Chip is a beautiful horse. He looks a bit confused by Joey.
'Hell Bound'
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.
Most of my skirts are not laze around the water skirts, or eat dinner after lazing around the water skirts.
With enough sunscreen or shade, this is nearly every skirt I own. But then I've also gone hiking in a few of them. I figure I can do pretty much anything in a long, swoopy skirt.
How do you hike in a long swoopy skirt without treading on the hem? I have to scoop up my full long skirts just going on the stairs. Wouldn't matter though, most of mine are not designed for 80+ degree weather.
I figure I can do pretty much anything in a long, swoopy skirt.
Especially swooping. What else do you need to do, really?
How do you hike in a long swoopy skirt without treading on the hem?
I pick them up for things like going over fallen redwoods and starting scrambling up boulders. For just hiking, I hike them a touch higher so the hem is about an inch higher than normal. Gives me just enough clearance. And I totally accept that things like walking over damp lawns will mean damp hems. I'm like a human swiffer most places.
When I picked up my prescription from the migraine specialist, there was a copy of a "give ita ! these meds in this way" letter.
Sadly, it might make things worse. They seem really caught up in needing everything one way in one letter, otherwise they make up everything.
So, he asks for 6mg IV push--I'm kinda worried they'll ignore the IV push part since they clearly can't give me 6mg (I gave up the 6mg fight a long time ago--I dig their reticence there). They're weirdly literal that way.
Still--this week, there's a letter from pain doctor with the appropriate doses, and from the migraine doctor with the appropriate delivery method and a PS saying "I know it's a lot, but she's...yeah."
Speaking of doctors, I got a call today saying there was a technician at my door ready to set up my sleep apnea test.
Okay? I'm not home, and I don't know why a technician would think I was. I mean, I know someone called me about this appointment, but I told them I needed to talk to my doctor first and find out why it was ordered--and the doctor they say ordered it (GP) didn't, and the doctor who probably ordered it (sleep doc) hasn't returned my call. There was never an appointment...
I'm like a human swiffer most places.
I'm as likely to wear a skirt that grazes my fingertips as grazes the ground--but that's not loungey either. All my mid-length skirts are dry clean work types.
Yay! Kate! Not having to pay for a new ceiling is good.
I'm spent. I hate the current humid-for-LA weather. N & G have a ridiculous amount of homework for Kindergarten. But I will say, the "Get Well Grace" cards her classmates made were amazingly sweet.
Aww, classmates.
Well, ita !, the clear solution to this problem is to buy more skirts.
To the loungey problem. I don't know the answer to the meds problem. But, hey, documentation?
Thoughts this morning:
Why are the people who are clearly back-in-parking-challenged the ones who back into a spot?
Nylon track-pants and tevas at work? Really? I cannot take you seriously.