This room is bigger than what I think of as a mud room. I'd guess it's about a ten foot square. My apartment is a few rooms of a Victorian house, not really originally designed as an apartment, so the layout is kind of weird.
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.
Emmett's struggling to pry some coconut out of the shell and Matilda just helpfully suggested, "Why don't you flex your sixpack at the coconut, Emmett?"
It should be noted that there was absolutely no snark intended here. I'm pretty certain Matilda actually believed a little judicious sixpack-flexing would totally do the trick. I blame too many viewings of Spongebob and vintage Popeye cartoons, where muscle-bound guys' muscles are always punching out other guys and taking out Nazi squadrons and flipping pancakes and all kinds of wack shit.
We have $24.99 worth of items in the Amazon cart and literally cannot think of another thing to buy.
ink for your printer?
toilitries?
those are my go to fill out the cart items.
ebay update - 2 of the 7 items are still selling, but 1 of them is at $27, which is awesome.
Pulled out 11 decorative eggs to get rid of, and went through another stack of paper, not as much to get rid of out of that pile, but I can out the various parts away instead of it being out in my living room.
We have $24.99 worth of items in the Amazon cart and literally cannot think of another thing to buy.
A .99 cent e-book?
get some gum or something.
I don't think an ebook would count for free shipping.
I mean, there are things we could buy, but that seems like cheating. Maybe I have a deep need for some nail polish.
I am both impressed with my memory, and ridiculing it for lameness.
I was trying so hard to remember the name of the desert rat with the mad efficient urinary tract, and all I could think of was jeroboam. Of course, I realise that's not its name, and I don't know what jeroboam actually means other than a metric shitload of champagne.
However, thank you google, and I wish I trusted anyone enough for a direct brain connection to a good search engine.
that seems like cheating
It's winning! Win, Dana, win!