Oz ,'Chosen'
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.
You can also walk down and ask (or so I was told by an LAPD person when there were SWAT people on my block).
I got flirted with by a handsome guy with a little girl at the Lego store (by the minifig display, where my kids were assembling minifigs and trying to get me to buy them). People so rarely flirt with me (the last time it was before I had kids) that I was taken aback. We ended up talking about baking.
I'm sorry, ita.
Well, my parents' visit is being cut short. My uncle's cancer has spread to his liver, and he's not expected to live through the week. Instead of leaving on Monday, my folks are leaving tomorrow morning, so they can see him at the hospice.(Apparently he's being kept as comfortable as possible) Shit.
I'm sorry for your loss, ita.
I'm sorry about your uncle, Sheryl.
Oh Sheryl, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Sheryl.
Sheryl and ita, I'm sorry.
So I appear to have acquire a teeny bit of a sunburn on my shoulders and back. From the pool. The indoor pool. Where there is a swath of light about 6' wide in the afternoons now. I guess passing through that 182 times when those bits of skin probably haven't seen sunlight since October is sufficient. Whacky.
My face feels like it has a bit more, but that I get- between this morning at market and wandering around E.C this morning until my appointment, it was in full sun whereas the rest of me was covered.
OMG, I am so tired. And sunburnt. Except for maybe 45 minutes today, I've been gogoGO until I sat down to watch last week's COSMOS (resigned to the fact my parents will call me during airing) and found myself letting the commercials play to close my eyes.
I'm so sorry, ita and Sheryl.
Staying at a nice quaint B&B with very thin walls - and the couple next to us are doing it very loudly.
Yeah, that's about all that's on my mind right now.
Condolences, ita and Sheryl.
Never did find out what happened, but the ambulance left with lights and siren, so someone was hurt.
And now it's midnight on a Sunday morning and I believe it's Easter and the Elks across the street are still jamming loud enough for me to hear in my bedroom. Why don't they have to obey the noise ordinances?
Happy Easter to all who celebrate!
I just made all-buckwheat pancakes, and they were terrific! I smothered them in smushed fresh strawberries and vanilla whipped cream, which tasted all fresh and spring-like, while the pancakes were warm and nutty and drenched in butter.
I'm so sorry about your uncle, Sheryl.