I went to Pilates, brunch with the Dude, went to Lowes and bought a new birdbath, off to Floyd's to get my hair colored, came home and helped fold laundry and now Buffistas. If J. finishes his newest article, we're going to "Much Ado." If not, hanging out here.
Well, we may not have parted on the best of terms. I realize certain words were exchanged. Also, certain... bullets. But that's air through the engine. It's past. We're business people.
Mal ,'Serenity'
Natter 71: Someone is wrong on the Internet
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.
Scrappy - Jun 30, 2013 2:24:12 pm PDT #27676 of 30001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Connie Neil - Jun 30, 2013 2:26:38 pm PDT #27677 of 30001
brillig
I'm always boggled at all the errands people can run on Sundays in other areas. About the only things open in my area on Sunday are supermarkets, big box stores, and restaurants. Libraries and public pools are closed.
Connie Neil - Jun 30, 2013 2:27:58 pm PDT #27678 of 30001
brillig
24-hour gyms are closed on Sunday around here, too.
Kat - Jun 30, 2013 2:31:49 pm PDT #27679 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Today I didn't do much. Woke up at 1:00 AM, took an ambien and went back to bed until 7:00 AM. Got up, got Grace and Noah ready. Ate breakfast. Ran errands. Then we went to the Dodgers game for Girl Scout Dodger Day. It was 100 degrees and a clusterfuck of stupidity wrt to parking and locating my troop. Then we left and I went to the toy store and bought water squirters. Then the kids played. I bathed them. Made salsa and now I'm trying to figure out how to make the side of my face, where I got jalapeno oil on it, stop stinging.
Good thing I washed my hands well before dealing with Grace's trache.
Calli - Jun 30, 2013 2:42:24 pm PDT #27680 of 30001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
I went out for lunch and shopping, and I was home by 2:00. Which is good, because by 3:00 the sky had opened up, and a creek that is usually a mostly dry drainage ditch decided to channel the pre-dam Nile, covering the driveway between the parking lot and the road in rushing water, flooding the well named flood plain, and climbing the slope behind my apartment building until it was about two feet from my compost bin. Which is fine, except for the part where my bin is three feet from my bedroom wall.
The water went down again quickly. Still, it was exciting while it was happening.
sarameg - Jun 30, 2013 2:45:30 pm PDT #27681 of 30001
On radar, it looks like central NC is getting whomped.
Juliebird - Jun 30, 2013 3:22:52 pm PDT #27682 of 30001
I am the fly who dreams of the spider
ita !, I haven't, but my mother picked up two pieces from Goodwill that were done on dried gourds, and they are simply stunning. (One was actually carved into the gourd). Just lots of nonsense doodles and shapes, but so intricate that from a distance it looked like some Aztec mural.
Atropa - Jun 30, 2013 3:32:15 pm PDT #27683 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Did not explode into flames during the photo shoot! Did not end up with heat stroke! Victory!
Of course, now I'm at home in nothing but my bloomers and bra, nomming chips and tomatillo salsa. That helps, too.
Cass - Jun 30, 2013 3:49:22 pm PDT #27684 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Did not explode into flames during the photo shoot! Did not end up with heat stroke! Victory!
Yay!
If I wanted to find lightweight cotton bloomers or bloomer-ishs, where would I start looking? Summer decries that some days even the lightest yoga pants are not really inside pants.
Atropa - Jun 30, 2013 3:52:21 pm PDT #27685 of 30001
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
If I wanted to find lightweight cotton bloomers or bloomer-ishs, where would I start looking? Summer decries that some days even the lightest yoga pants are not really inside pants.
Etsy, mostly. Ooh, or Recollections!