Better than OK Cupid, which sends a "You're still single?" email.
OMG yrs. hate.
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.
Better than OK Cupid, which sends a "You're still single?" email.
OMG yrs. hate.
I believe the amount of laundry, cleaning and vaccuuming I've done today is out of proportion to the two little pieces of flea dirt that the vet found. And yet, I hate those bastard fleas and want them all to die.
Crap, I forgot to tell y'all: Allie Brosh, of Hyperbole and a Half, is on Fresh Air tonight.
Maybe you can stream it later, if it's already been and gone in your area.
I bet asbestos pots seemed like a great idea back in the day.
Good luck wiping out the bloodsuckers, Sue.
There's a Fresh Air podcast, for sure.
And yet, I hate those bastard fleas and want them all to die.
That seems legitimate.
God, I hate battling fleas.
I really recommend 20 Mule Team Borax on everything but the animals. I am so allergic to flea bites and that's what gets rid of fleas effectively for me.
I have a couple tennis ball sized balls that I toss in the dryer and I get a notable increase in efficiency due to better air circulation during the load. Probably can't hurt.
That works? I need to buy a couple of tennis balls.
Looks like I bought the wrong size of hemispherical silicone molds. No cranberry centers for me until at least Thursday.
Just as well, my fridge is actually getting full.
Oh goodness, DCJ. I'm so sorry.
Hey, Jesse, I'm behind on my RSS feed (so you might have posted it already), but I was thinking this statement by Jennifer Lawrence on body-image and body-shaming is kind of awesome: [link]
Daniel, so sorry to hear it.
Today involved a flu shot, fastest swim I've managed in mumble and possibly too much red wine with my friends a couple houses down. I went looking for the benadryl (my red wine reaction is back in my joints hurt form) and I seem to be out.
I think I might ache tomorrow.
Still worth it.