I really love it, and before I bought it, I hadn't worn fragrance in many many years. I brought it out to Mom's, and she kept borrowing it from me. I hate a heavy scent, nor do I like something that's overly floral, and Cashmere Mist is just what I was looking for.
Looks like civilization finally caught up with us.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Kathy A - Apr 17, 2011 12:02:15 pm PDT #3703 of 30001
We're very stretchy. - Connie Neil
DavidS - Apr 17, 2011 12:46:06 pm PDT #3704 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
All that said, I reiterate: you gotta do what you're comfortable with. If you feel more secure knowing the dudes who work on cars all day every day have gotten under the hood and fixed stuff up, that's what you should do. Because -- let me be clear -- the MAF sensor is honestly about the ONLY car maintenance/tinkering I've done.
I intend to ask about the MAF sensor. They seem to think the O2 sensor is completely borked, but it should be an easy for thing for them to check and I can go by their shop before I authorize the expensive fix.
Allyson - Apr 17, 2011 1:04:24 pm PDT #3705 of 30001
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica
I'm unsure if Game of Thorns is up my alley.
When my mom was here, we were looking for a movie to watch and my mom asked (paraphrased), "Have you seen The Walking Dead? I love zombie movies. I hate that Harry Potter kid. The lord of the rings movies are awful, too."
Kristen sat on the couch and went, "heh."
I guess I have become my mother.
flea - Apr 17, 2011 1:09:22 pm PDT #3706 of 30001
information libertarian
So, I'm trying to cancel Tivo - we're going tv-free (hulu + iTunes + DVDs). Mostly because I hate Spongebob. Anyway, I cannot find any way to cancel service on the Tivo website. Anyone got any clues? Or do I have to (sigh) CALL SOMEONE!
Cass - Apr 17, 2011 1:13:40 pm PDT #3707 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
My tear ducts are red and puffy and tender and I look like I've been crying. Does anyone have a magic remedy? I know it's allergies.
OpconA works for me. Along with allergy meds. But it helps with my eyes.
And cool, wrung out tea bags on your eyes to reduce the puff.
§ ita § - Apr 17, 2011 1:14:25 pm PDT #3708 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Random. IO9 did a piece on Santa Sangre, one of my pet university traumas, and it made me google the guy I saw it with, and apparently he was a producer of the Scott Pilgrim comics. Which makes three guys I know from university who went into comics, four if you count Colin's dabbling.
DavidS - Apr 17, 2011 1:24:57 pm PDT #3709 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Random. IO9 did a piece on Santa Sangre, one of my pet university traumas
::Note to Self: Don't take ita to the elephant funeral::
§ ita § - Apr 17, 2011 1:26:55 pm PDT #3710 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Not if you want to make out with me afterwards.
Which I hope you don't.
DavidS - Apr 17, 2011 1:29:40 pm PDT #3711 of 30001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Which I hope you don't.
Who wants to make out after an elephant funeral?
Liese S. - Apr 17, 2011 1:53:29 pm PDT #3712 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Thanks to Buffistas genius hivemind, taking his health insurance premiums off of the DH's freelance business resulted in us owing NO tax. Yahoo!
Yay! I'm glad my panicky error correction was helpful to someone! It was a lot of money in our case!
I guess I have become my mother.
Heh, Allyson. I'm more like my mother than I would like to admit, too.
So! I just got back from my friend's baby shower. It was actually after the baby was born; she was the one who had a miscarriage and a stillbirth previously, so we weren't hedging any bets this time. But it was so wonderful to be able to celebrate with her.
Anyway, I went for a long drive afterwards. Celebrating new life was a good antidote for disaster-induced depression. It's a beautiful day today, and I live in a really gorgeous place. I'm glad to be able to appreciate that.