People. I just spent FOUR HOURS trying to climb out of the rabbit hole that is picking a new duvet cover for the guest room that is 1) affordable, 2) appropriate for the godawful baby-poo tan wall color, and 3) not circa 1984. I also finally bought a pair of full-size sheets to replace the ancient queen sized ones we’ve been using for years (this took an additional hour reading conflicting reviews on overstock.com). That should not have taken that long, seriously.
What prompted this, by the way, is the fact that the current duvet cover -- a fading microsuede beige thingy with a satiny bottom -- has become the kittens’ latest plaything. They run full tilt and jump on, at which point they ride the sucker like a surf board as it slides off the bed. I am tired of having to wash the duvet every week because it has yet again ended up in a pile on the floor.
This is the duvet I finally settled on: [link]
Please don’t’ tell me it’s ugly. I might cry. NO ONE TOLD ME BUYING A DUVET WOULD MAKE ME FRAGILE.
Pix, it's gorgeous, and an incredible deal to boot. Please don't cry!
It's a great deal too, Pix. I, however, want video of the kittens surfing on the duvet.
Very pretty. Marimekko fabrics are awesome.
So, the thing is, the woman just comes across as incredibly privileged and entitled. YES, living away from home 5 days a week is much harder than living at home and working and missing your kids. But the fact that you could leave your high stress, high hour State job to go back to be a tenured professor at Princeton, where it is easier to balance your life with your family... sigh. Cry me a fucking river.
It pisses me off to no end that when deciding what she was going to do to improve the situation for women she . . . wrote an article all about her that doesn't even contribute anything new to the conversation. Feh and bah.
Same project as yesterday's strange spelling, but different author:
He means participants'. He wrote percipients.
People, the red squiggly line is your friend.
Percipients are people who percieve things, clearly.
OMG, a series of SNAFUs already this morning made me laugh so hard alone in my office that my boss came in because she thought I was crying! TGIF, bitches!
Dana, I'm sorry about the work and family problems your DH has to deal with.
Pix, that duvet cover is lovely. Ginkgo trees are nifty!
I've reached the stage of ongoing insomnia where everything is slightly distant and unreal. It's not unlike being mildly drunk. Coding work-arounds for our craptastic CMS today is going to be exciting--no idea what will come out of my fingers. Do modern browsers accept the blink tag? My org might find out.
