I have things I don't want to use now, but might in the future, but no good place to store them. Bah! I wish I had appreciate the basement storage in my old place more. I'm sorry, basement storage! I always loved you, even when I didn't show it.

I'm certain I've never seen that Bleeding Cowboy font before. Heretic that I am, I don't give a crap about Papyrus OR Comic Sans. As long as a font is readable and not somehow weirdly inappropriate for its message, I just don't care.

Some people complain about Comic Sans being used for lettering in dialog bubbles of a web comic.

It's quite clear my sister and I haven't had that many pictures taken together recently. There were a couple when we were in NY for the wedding, but I'm not sure about any of them.

Anyway, these are what I'm considering. I don't know which way to go: Some are already prepped.

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Liese - do you all have any need for good condition, but used guitars?

Yes, absolutely!

You and Liese inspired me to tackle the linen closet, which is now ... piled over my bedroom. Help.

Whoot, keep going! You've got to go through to go out...or, wait, how does that saying go?

I am finished! Well, more or less. I have a couple of hours before the boys get here, and I expect to polish off the master bedroom and then be tinkering in the studio until they get here, because I will be fidgety fidgety until he gets home!

But I even managed to get my hospitality gifts and get a few things tied off at the venue for tomorrow. Tomorrow I have to buy drinks and ice, but that's all.

It's so nice, because I probably wouldn't have worked this hard on the house if it was just the SO coming home. But now when they leave, the whole house will be clean and all I'll have to deal with is the office. So that suddenly looks doable.

It has been clear to me during this whole thing that I am badly misusing my storage space, though. I need to do a whole house rethink, especially now that we're kicking off this Moses Project camping stuff. Camping gear is bulky.

I love the Wales one!

I love those pictures. Do you want to use all of them? Because that's fun.

Oh, but what I came here to say is: My poor grandmother fell on her way to the hair salon and bashed her head! I guess she's OK, but ugh. Poor thing.

Oh no, poor Grandmother!

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Spiff! Very thoughtful of you.

Msbelle is the boybandiest.

Unless The Kristen is in the house.

My Saturday was lined up to be complicated and have potential for things to awry. Emmett had committed to playing a double-header with a new team (The Rakers) and months ago his mom had bought tickets to a matinee show (Lorenzo Pisoni's Humor Abuse).

And Emmett was regretting his decision to play after three weeks of vacation and I had to get clearance from the coaches for him to just play the first game, and if the A's or Giants were playing a day game then it was going to be difficult with traffic to get from the East Bay to Downtown SF for the show on time, and there's no intermission so if Emmett didn't get there in time he wouldn't be seated and they'd miss the show.

And then nothing bad happened. Found the baseball field this morning without trouble. Emmett caught six innings. The coaches were fine with him leaving at 1pm no matter what the game was doing. With my clock running down, Emmett executed a suicide squeeze bunt to knock in the go-ahead run. I had food and a smoothie waiting for him in the car. The Giants are out of town, and the A's have an evening game, and traffic is light for August.

So, he ate and changed his clothes in the car, we got to the Geary Theater by 1:30 (for a 2pm show), and his Mom was just arriving from BART. And now Emmett likes this new team and will play with them over a big Labor Day weekend tourney.

Ta da. So I am now bequeathing this sentence to anybody else facing daunting circumstances this week: "And then nothing bad happened."

May it be so.

ION, the best new thing to come out of Project Runway in a while is the phrase: "He's just a one-way monkey." Which should totally replace "He's just a one-trick pony" in the vernacular.