I should add that I haven't actually succeeded in reading the story itself all the way through. My eyes keep sliding off of it.
Huh, me too. Something about the rampant sexism and horrible writing keeps turning me off.
FlyLady wants me to make two casseroles at once and keep one in the freezer. In theory, this is a good idea. In practice, it means what she really wants me to do is organize my freezer so there's room for a casserole in there. Which ain't gonna happen.
I can't see Flylady working for my household unless my DH is on board since I am not going to suddenly be the one responsible for directing the cleaning traffic. I have issues when he tries to get me to be the person who remembers everything.
I have issues when he tries to get me to be the person who remembers everything.
WORD. Or to be the person who schedules everything. But I have issues.
This last round of stress and anxiety (changing schools, nursing issues etc) was actually handled by K and not me, thus making this a bit better than usual.
I love Vicks. I love it even more now that I know that the eucalyptus in it makes it a good anti-fungal as well as everything else it is.
Pie Pops new taste sensation?
I like the comment on the story by Katrina Stein. Perfectly acceptable escalation in my books.
This is made of AWESOME WIN!!
Stratford-on-Hellmouth: a Buffy/Shakespeare mashup Tumblr: [link]
The bone weary is related mostly to work. Class sizes of 50 are wearing on me.
Kat, I can't even imagine. My classes are in the 25-35 range (my total load is 160 students), and that's a lot so I can't even imagine having 50.
Stratford-on-Hellmouth: a Buffy/Shakespeare mashup Tumblr
That. Is. Effing. Fantastic.
When I was a kid, we used a fair amount of Cloverine Salve. It went on random scratches, scrapes, and slivers.
(Edited to fix typo.)