We went to both malls today. Hubby got a new tie and a lightchanging LED bulb to put in the hall. Little things make him happy. He kept pointing out figurines and electronic toys that he thought I would like, but I kept saying, "I have no place to put it" or boring things about bills. He kept looking sadder and sadder as he failed to find prizes to lay at my feet to show his devotion. Halloweed is easier, he finds me nifty stuff with skulls to present to me.

Recovery ~ma for Steph and Bev's H. and tommy's dad! No more holiday injuries or illnesses, everyone, please.

Eek. Yes, good thing the stuff didn't get given away with diamond earrings inside or something!

My stepfather once found a diamond ring that way, for real.

The fam + guest went to the Big Game! I dropped them off and came home for a nap. I caught the end of the game on tv, so I'm happy that sister's BF's team won. But the local team lost badly, so their drive back to this end of town may be fraught with frustrated fools.

I love my family, but I am ready to be alone now. Honestly, I may never be able to live with someone else ever again. I'm moody and impatient and introverted and not real energetic, and I've lived by myself too long to easily accommodate someone else in my space.

Zenkitty, I feel the same way. My few remaining true love fantasies involve a wonderful man living in a house next door.

Oh, my grandmother's earrings are a funny story: She found one of them, and bought another to match AND got her ears pierced! They are little, at any rate.

Honestly, I may never be able to live with someone else ever again. I'm moody and impatient and introverted and not real energetic, and I've lived by myself too long to easily accommodate someone else in my space.

Right there with you. Behind my well-defined boundaries that I control access through, I mean.

My few remaining true love fantasies involve a wonderful man living in a house next door.

I'm married and I still fantasize about this. In my fantasy, he and the kids have a house and I have an apartment over the garage.

When my kids were little, I totally fantasized about having my own tiny little apartment, where everything was white and there were no toys. AND IT WAS QUIET.

My fantasies involve a weekend vacation away from kids, no cooking, and nothing work related. As reasonable as that sounds, it has never happened and isn't likely to happen any time in the foreseeable future. oh well. depressed now.

Amy, one of the houses on the Home Tour I went on in October had been extensively remodeled with the husband actually doing most of the work rather than hiring contractors or whatever. One of the things he did was turn a tiny garage into a tiny studio for his wife with a murphy bed, frilly decor (because that's what she wanted and it didn't go with the rest of the house) and a bathroom - so she would have a retreat all her own. All of us on the tour were jealous.

I would like everything but the frills, please.