Tracy ,'The Message'
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.
You guys, I have a car!!!!
My mom is picking her shiny new one up right now, and the ten year old clunker is MINE ALL MINE. Muahahahaha. Oh, the IKEA trips I shall be able to take now. The awesome amount of groceries I shall be able to carry home! The weekend trips to the childrens museum that will no longer take over an hour and two buses!
I'm in Onerous mode today, making lists and trying to figure out packing for three different time zones in one week, and making sure I have all the work/freelance stuff done that needs to be done before I leave on Wednesday.
Even though the publicist has not sent my itinerary for Wednesday yet, and I have no idea when my flight is. This is making me craaaaaaazy.
That is crazy-making, Amy!
Sweet, Jess!
Yay, Jess!
And have fun, Amy! (BTW, I won a RT contest with all the books in your tour's coterie. The irony -- I waited for a year to have Cold Kiss, and now I'll have two copies, on hard, and one on the Nook. Maybe I'll send it to you when the craziness is over and you can sign it for me.)
But several of the other books intrigued me, and I've been broke and jonseing for new books (I owe fines at the library :( )so YAY!
David, that ice cream truck story is BANANAS. I see a novel in that, but not a war novel, more like a crazy time-travel thing.
I still don't have my phone back.
Tonight I'm going to Burning Man Decompression in the city, which ought to be a festival of feathers and glitter. I will be woefully underdressed.
Coming back from running this morning I saw a fantastic chaise longue for free on the side of the road. It's all baroque with clawed feet and gold paint, but it's in poor shape and needs to be fully refurbished and re-upholstered. And the only place I could put it is in the garage, where it would get damp(er) during the winter. So no go, sadly. But it is a splendid thing and I hope someone picks it up who gives it a lot of love.
They also had an enormous wooden table with ornately carved legs, but it was too big for anyone without a pickup truck to manage.
I feel better today -- finally -- and will attack, sort and price the mountain of garage sale shit on my dining room table.
Then I will attack the garage for 45 minutes. I should work on it longer, but my allergies have made me so miserable for the last week that I'm hinky about exposing myself to too much dusty crap.
Suela, I too would have been very tempted by the chaise longue.
OK, here is a picture of the weird creepy purse. It looks somewhat weird and creepy alone, but then imagine picking it up by the purse-chains and carrying it somewhere, zipping it open and closed. Taking things out of it.
Wow, meara. The hell.
it looks like a water bottle!
it looks like a water bottle!
And I was thinking it was a holder for some sort of ritual club.