ita !, what does your sister like?
Uh, stuff? I just don't know what's appropriate after spending hundreds of dollars to fly down and stay in the villa--I'm assuming that you go heavily personal and sentimental at this point, if you go anything at all. And I can't think of *shit*.
And I don't know if anyone else is getting her anything--I'd hate to be the only one, and make people look bad (but I'd totally understand if they couldn't afford anything more at this point) or be the only one not doing something--or you know. It's a whole bunch of diametric opposites going on. It would be nice if our family had clearer rules for destination decade birthday parties--we've had a destination 40th (NY) and 50th (JA) and the people throwing the parties were way richer than us anyway, and not the sort of people we'd get anything sentimental for--so it doesn't help.
I have, I think for the first time in ever, managed to run out of full size Brita filters. It's discomfiting. I filled everything before I threw the last one away, sure I had another stashed somewhere, so tea was ready to brew and water was ready to fizz, but...however did I let this sorry state of affairs become me? I am disappointed in myself.
allergies so bad this week! It was a common complaint at church, lots of people bothered. I am trying to make some real headway in cleaning the house, but it is HOT and I get tired and sweaty before long. Mac has his friends over now, so that part of the house is best left alone, which means I could get the bedrooms and front all vacuumed. Possibly sheets changed. Possibly photo vintage stuff for Holly and/or things for ebay. more than enough.
I washed my favorite cotton bed-throw (it's not quite large enough to be called a blanket) and I dragged the wooden drying rack up out of the musty basement so I can hang it up in the sunshine. I really should do something about getting a washline-umbrella thingie (what are those called?) to take advantage of days like this.
I also should do a mini-cull of my clothes, like decide to get rid of three objects so that the stress of decision-making is much less intimidating. Sometimes you have to sneak up on your lizard brain....
I washed my favorite cotton bed-throw (it's not quite large enough to be called a blanket) and I dragged the wooden drying rack up out of the musty basement so I can hang it up in the sunshine. I really should do something about getting a washline-umbrella thingie (what are those called?) to take advantage of days like this.
I have my clothing rack outside today too. And have had similar thoughts about an umbrella style line. There's actually a cement base in my front yard from when the house was built w. such a line, but when they took it down, they just cut the metal pole and pushed the rest back into the hole, making it unusuable.
Hey guess what? I really AM famous on the internet! There are now anonymous posts on Tumblr making bitchy commentary about my body! Do I win a prize?
There are now anonymous posts on Tumblr making bitchy commentary about my body! Do I win a prize?
No, because CLEARLY as an Internet Famous Person (TM), you are required to have a perfect body and appearance (as They deem perfect). It is your JOB, you have no other.
Hey guess what? I really AM famous on the internet! There are now anonymous posts on Tumblr making bitchy commentary about my body! Do I win a prize?
Ooh, where? Can I go an rhapsodize baroquely about your slammin' lushness...yanno, that One Time in New Orleans a Few Years Back and you were the Best Thing Ever?
People are stupid, famous!Jilli.
ita !, I'd say small and sentimental, then. Depending on what your sis wears, a charm or a pendant or a ring, with an inscription with an inside joke or quote, family member initials or birthstones (if she digs), a locket with baby pics of you, sister, mom and dad?
I would get my little sister a pretty necklace with "I will always be able to kick your ass" on it discreetly.
Of course, on a purely decorative front, these are really pretty: [link]
I have been moving ALL THE THINGS out of the bedroom. I'm down to a dresser, bed, litterbox, blinds and pulling nails from the walls.
There's now a "rejected goth confessions" tumblr, because the goth confessions tumblr stopped allowing personal attack posts.
I'm pretty amused by it, really. And the post mentioned me in the same sentence as Robert Smith, so I think my GothCred went up a notch or two.
