Poor Mr. Scrappy. I was hoping coumadin wouldn't show its ugly side to him.

Good news for New Yorkers in case of Rapture:

Mayor Bloomberg, his tongue planted firmly in his cheek, took to the airwaves Friday morning and addressed the highly publicized prophecy that the End of Times will begin Saturday.

"I can just tell you that official policy from the Sanitation Department and the Department of Transportation," Bloomberg said. "If the world ends tomorrow, alternate side parking will be suspended."

All health for Scrappy's DH!

sumi, I have a chronic-recurring problem with an ingrown. I know your pain. I'm begging my podiatrist to just completely remove the nail, bed and all, this time. Coming up pretty quick now. It's such a small thing, but it affects everything. Fast and good healing to you.

Kathy, craigslist. Seriously. I've seen so much fabulous dining furniture--top quality stuff sold for moving, or divorce, or I'm-just-tired-of-it reasons. We got our Jetsons Danish modern table and chairs off craigslist for a song. And nearly bought a federal-style set in solid cherry, with dresser and hutch, for just a bit more--nearly 50 years old and in like-new condition. The table had its original felt pad, the leaves in their own felted sacks. That set was really the better deal, but we liked the mood of the Danish set better.

I prefer things to have some patina, some history, new case pieces make me itch--tables, bookcases, dressers. I really recommend thrift, second-hand, scratch and dent stores, freecycle and craigslist as first resources.

I love your Jetsons table so much.

We have a gorgeous set of solid cherry Amish made coffee tables, that we pre-inherited from my folks when they moved to Hawaii. They continually acquire much more of a patina than I'd like, what with the teenagers in the house and whatnot, but that's okay. I really love them, though. They're beautiful and so well-made.

My folks' own furniture, also custom made but not Amish built, is not as nice.

Today's Scary Sextoy Friday is, as usual, scary and disturbing. It's a Japanese product, and the Google-translated text cracked me up:

The manufacturer has also thoughtfully posted a product review, which I also ran through Google Translate:

But the monster RPG of Kisou out of a large hall with a strange body. Teens, 20s, 30s plus vagina, anal is the sum of the center hole "4" whose product is what makes me wonder once experienced any irritation.

In both types of holes also dimensionless system has a different concept each hole, making things well is the user perspective rather than an ad hoc recipe. However, one deals with four types enjoy! Can be summarized in one of four, how can you ever, in-kind product that fills a mania is no different proclivities, or sweet?

Link: [link] if for some reason you feel like screaming, "My eyes! My eyes!" but don't feel motivated enough.

eta: No idea if this is NSFW, so assume it is.

Kathy, craigslist. Seriously.

Really?...Hmmmm...No, must resist for now! I can't justify buying anything else this summer.

I'll be getting my mom's dining room table at some point hopefully very far in the future. That's because I was always the one getting on my knees and dusting the legs, like my mom did when she was a kid and her mom did before her. It's the table in the 2nd-4th pictures here, only without the fluting and with one less leaf.

I like the idea of having my maternal great-grandma's table; I've got my paternal great-grandma's pearls and crystal lamp already.

But, in the meantime, I really want to trade out this crappy dinette table for something good.

I'll have to look at craigslist to see what's available--thanks!

My doctor put some acid in the bed to kill the part that grows in. I tried to not watch the procedure.

Health-ma to Scrappy's DH.

I would like this week to end NOW

Not in the rapture sense though--that's for tomorrow.

We got our Heywood-Wakefield dining room table, chairs, sideboard and hutch for $1,000 on CL. We probably couldn't get the table for that at an antique store.

Ouch sumi!!

if for some reason you feel like screaming, "My eyes! My eyes!" but don't feel motivated enough.

Hilarious, tommyrot.

(And FTR, I did not click on the link. Not with that warning.)