smonster, email me (profile addy) your phone number, please, just to make sure. I'll be calling you from either my home phone or my cell phone, so, numbers beginning with 434 and 732.
I'm getting the shoes. They're pretty high heels with manly lug soles, and I love them.
Hey ya'll - is quinoa gluten-free?
It's totally super tasty. I am cooking for our dairy-free, gluten-free friends tonight. We are doing chicken on the grill and I thought I would make my Greek quinoa with it.
Aims, what's Greek quinoa? What do you put in it?
Hi, guys. It's me.
Sorry I have been grey (black?) but I got an ARE YOU DED? email, so I am saying hello.
Arm recuperation is more painful and more annoying than my hysterectomy; at least when I was recooping from that, i could type. I'm finally off the Vicodin and my soft cast was removed, and I am in a brace.
I fell into a massive case of the blues --can only work at a snail-like pace, had to renege on a job, been in a narcotic stupor every 6 hours for 3 weeks, house is a mess, CAN'T WASH MY HAIR PROPERLY, have only been out of the house 2x, once to go to dr -- I think i would much rather have broken my leg.
I'd put on my happy-smiley kick-ass whatevs face for the first week of this, but (first world problem) this has really kicked me in the balls.
I didn't even open my laptop for a week and a half.
So. I skimmed a little, and I am so relieved that Vortex is ok (OMG, girl, SO GLAD!) and I offer a belated happy birthday to darling JZ and to Teppy and Happy Birthday today to Hec.
If I missed anyone or anything, I'm really sorry! I've been mired in the Slough of Despond and am trying very hard to fight my way out of it.
Oh, and I have a FAB new 5 inch vertical wrist scar that makes me look like I tried to commit suicide. (NOT pseudicide!) And I will no longer be able to breeze through TSA points -- I have 7 screws and a metal plate in my left wrist. Wanding and body searches for me, baybees!
(No weremonkey bites have been inflicted. 8 zillion Buffistas know I am real!)
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Strix, dear, you are entirely real, and deserving of a million hugs and a cocktail of your choice for the crappy dark patch you've been in lately.