Yeah my shopping coping has been a little out of control since I can't emotionally eat.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Pictures on my Flickr.
OK, unpacking and moving stuff around to allow unpacking today took a bit of a toll on my body, so I took a whole pain pill (usually just take half), and it's making me kind of loopy. Which means I need to tell myself that this is not the best time to try to hang curtains. Ladders and loopiness are a bad combination.
Boots! I approve of both pair.
(Let's not mention my stress shopping either.)
No loopy ladder climbing, Hil! Not without a spotter.
Short sleeve sweaters is a thing I don't understand. If I'm cold enough to wear a sweater, my arms are cold too.
I feel the same way about tank top turtlenecks. If it's hot enough to wear a tank top, then I don't want extra fabric around my neck. Well, I don't want extra fabric around my neck any time, because turtlenecks feel like I'm being strangled, but even high-necked things are not for hot weather.
I can put contact paper on the closet shelves while I'm medicated. The shelves come off, so I can do it sitting down, and I'll feel like I'm accomplishing something. I've already contact-papered most of the kitchen drawers and shelves. I just really really hate putting stuff on bare wood. It feels icky.
Love all of it, Zen! And, man, I would've loved some freckled Barbies when I was a kid.
I use short-sleeved sweaters in a probably delusional effort to draw attention away from my gut.
I was forced to own a Barbie-like doll, because of the number of girls who wanted to play Barbie. I finally gave in and got a Midge doll. [link]
Freckles! But creepy eyes.