Woot! Tom.
Natter 70: Hookers and Blow
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.
What the heck is this email that I got from Netflix about a lawsuit? Anyone else get that?
TOM!!!
Michael and I had crap swims today. I'm blaming him. And seeing his swim, ouch. My turns are bullshit, but even I could tell his timing was all the hell off. Lochte was poetry.
Hair cut, finally, a month after the original appointment. A little different, main point being she got it off my damn neck and lightened it up. Shopped, swam (slow) and cleaned the damned house. All done. Tomorrow is open, but I gotta get over a few houses down to have my feet molested by one cat and be hissed at by another (he wants me to give attention. But I'm not Sarah or Joe, and that's a problem.) He's a little mental.)
Huh. I just sold a photograph.
Well, yeah. If I had money I'd be buying prints off you.
hold on, now. Tom's pictures are for sale! I may have some shopping in my future.
Also, want to be the hit of the party? Bring pub cheese.
Especially with horseradish.
Also, want to be the hit of the party? Bring pub cheese.
Oh yeah, JZ's a fiend for Pub Cheese.
Set of drawers are built. Desk is assembled. New bed frame put under CJ's bed. Just need to dig the desk chair out of the garage and his summer room revamp is done. Injury count - one scrapped knuckle and a bashed/bleeding toe. Not bad overall.
Mm, pub cheese.
I'm also curious--what was the photo about, Tom?
I was going to do some sewing and occasionally play with kittens and watch some olympics, but I just accidentally broke the needle in the machine. Guess I'll have to get another one tomorrow.