I honestly don't know if I should be proud of knowing that bit of random 80s television trivia or hand my head in shame that I know the events leading up to the Birth of Urkel.
Did I do thaaat?
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.
I honestly don't know if I should be proud of knowing that bit of random 80s television trivia or hand my head in shame that I know the events leading up to the Birth of Urkel.
Did I do thaaat?
I was really confused, because I got Family Matters mixed up with Step by Step.
Jesse, that sounds pretty awful. At least y'all can commiserate? I can't imagine getting dumpe after proposing! But I have lost my job, that's for sure.
There will be a lot of commiserating! Also liquor.
I've washed my hands, like, 15 times since I chopped up those hot peppers. I thought it was safe to take out my contact lenses. HA. CAPSAICIN DON'T CARE.
In non-eye-searing pain news, after I land in NYC, I think I have enough time on Sunday afternoon to spend a couple of hours in a museum. Which one should it be? The Met?
Could we pool everything together and get a castle in New York?
Or a genuinely decaying and likely seriously haunted mansion on an island? Or a $5,000 abandoned church in Cincinnati?
I would love to have an old church. And Buffista Castle sounds only natural.
I love that gorgeous haunted mansion. That would be fantastic, but man, it would take a lot of renovation. And, as we all know, renovating a haunted property brings ALL the ghosts to the yard.
While I like fancy and antique editions of books, I prefer books I don't have to worry about. But if I ever get a 1st ed. of Something Wicked This Way Comes, I am going to build a shrine for it.
My numbered edition of ten volumes of The Thousand And One Nights has a special place in the glassed-in bookshelf, and I love them, but for the most part, I prefer books I can read, and haul around and eat with and let the cats walk on and not worry about them.
I'm torn between the haunted mansion on the island and a church. The idea of Buffista Cathedral or the Church of the Blessed Snark beckons like a thing that is beckoning.
My dream library--which extends to many rooms--has a well-protected section for Books That Are Precious And Beautiful and more sections for regular books, including the shelves of taped-up thrift store copies of books that I can shove in my purse with no worries. And read in the tub, of course.
Rather. There was a time in my life when you could tell how well I loved a book by the layers of water damage at the corners. However, it has been more than a decade since I had a comfortable tub in my life.
THIS is the place we need.