Epic, thanks! I remembered to redact my phone number a few days ago, but not that!

I have weeded out several pairs of pants, size 14 to 18. I also have a BEAUTIFUL aubergine dress from Igigi. It fits a curvy 14 to an 18. The size 18 trouser jeans are from Lane Bryant and have been worn maybe 12 times, and look swell on.

I'm going to see if my friend wants any of the 14's, but is anyone is interested in the dress or the trousers, I will take pix and send them to a email account. The Igigi dress originally cost $130 and has been worn 3 times; it's in perfect condition. If you're interested, make me an offer.

Credit Union is waiving the $125 until the selling bank approves. Woot. But then she thought it was a single family home, not condo, so, yet another speed bump. Oh. Dear. Lord. I think my skin is turning green, and Hulk Smash wants to come out.

(Ironically, I am wearing a green shirt today, which is rare)

Omnis, I am sending you domicile~ma.

Patience~ma, omnis.

This co-worker needs to go away. Maybe he'll trip on something he tossed on the floor.

Nah, he's a good one, actually. He was just in a hurry to get the board up before the downpour.

Project "Be Assertive! Be-ee Assertive!!" is going well. Today I asked one coworker why he offered to rip boards for me - if he thought I didn't do it well or safely. He said no, he's just not used to working with a girl. I thanked him and let him know I'd ask for help if needed. Then he said, "yes'm," so I had to point out that I was his coworker and not his mom. In general I really dig working with this crew of Hondurans, though I can't shake the feeling that they're talking about me sometimes. Curse my lack of Spanish. They love to sing along to the radio, which cracks me up.

Damn and blast. When I made that super-yummy mashed cauliflower the other night, I managed to boil my 6-qt stockpot dry, and I think it's ruined. It was a nice one, that my parents gave me, too. Dammit.

eta - per the internet, I'm soaking it in vinegar. Fingers crossed.

Smonster, tell 'em "Yo sé que mi español es malo, pero entiendo mucho. No hables de mí, por favor. No soy estúpido, mis amigos.Y sé que la mayoría de las malas palabras, también."

Erin, I don't *know* that they're talking about me. I could just be paranoid - it's fairly likely that I am. They also know that I understand some things, and that I'd like to learn more. But thank you! I will keep that phrase handy.

Today I learned "Stasiendo mucho calor."

Happy Birthday, Glamcookie!

Patience ~ma, omnis! The two most confusing and unnecessarily complicated things in the world are buying a house (especially the first time) and figuring out insurance.

Ha, and because it's a condo, in order to buy it, the HOA has to have insurance (which it looks like they have), but it just makes it more funny what you said.

Vocational schools for the deaf used to teach printing, which made a certain amount of sense because you couldn't hear when the presses were running. The first newspaper I worked on had quite a few deaf workers in printing and composing, and the other guys picked up quite a bit of sign language. When I had to take copy up to the print shop or do last-minute proofing, the minute I stepped on the floor, the guys would start pointing at me and signing.