That is cool. Yesterday and Friday we didn't go to a bookstore but we went to OP Taylor's, the best toy store

I bought some mini unicorns. And at Blast From the Past which is like ... Halloween, dragons, White Squirrels , Fudge and touristy stuff all in one I got the cutest white squirrel figure. They had tiaras...but I did not buy another one.

Right now the bathroom floor is being fixed. It's on the home stretch but they needed more materials. So but it's going to be solid . I did realize that Lowe's accidentally charged me for the cheaper plywood last time.

I never wanted to be a home owner and I'm not now but I've lived here for 6 years (I think...) and have finally realized that we won't be moving (it's to expensive plus despite all the flaws with this place we have a great location and a great backyard) and I want to invest in my home.

I couldn't find the Ark of the Covenant, but on the plus side, my face didn't melt off.

Seems like a fair trade-off.

Here seems to be a good place for this.

I only knew about that from The Daily Show.

I had ramen with my lunch today and struggled with it a little, as I do, because of awkward fingers and the whole thing where neither a fork nor a spoon is quite right for it(Wouldn't it be just like life to stick me here and make me an unwitting master of chopsticks? Maybe.) Anyway, in the middle of all the slurp and plucking noodles from someplace cleavage-adjacent, I had the thought that some highly perverse individual would be sad that he(playing the odds, although I guess you never really know)would not have this on video or something. Someone would probably pay me a lot for that, actually.(And for a hot second, I would be into it too. Not even for the money or anything, certainly not to add Slurping Ramen Lady to my fascinating identity as Midlife Wheelchair Chick, and not because that blows my skirt up, but just to add some connection between something I do and some kind of result.) Because it doesn't often happen, no matter how much my boss preaches the gospel of the ground game, And I just thought the Bitches would get it.

Mental health achievement unlocked: I could listen to "Father of Mine:" without sniffling once. Who cares if I'm fifty...I can get over things. If I ever get through "Cat's In The Cradle", I guess I can pull a sword from a rock or something.

Cat's in the cradle wrecks me.

Not alone there. Although my own dad has probably played it on his guitar about ten thousand times without guessing he might be living it(he's probably not alone either. sigh.) I mean, I can't literally ask him for the car keys, so that's a loophole, after a fashion.(Which is one way that he is too literal to be the songwriter he thought he would be. Or maybe cause he's kind of a weasel and would see that as some big "Gotcha,'.)

I remember writing it out in a sharpie (just the title of the song) and taping it up on my biological mother’s door when I was 13 or so. I don’t remember her reaction or when and how it came down, though.

Hmmm, maybe she thought if she ignored it, it would be better. (Although some people really don't have any sense of allusion.) One mystery going on a tiny dose of thyroid meds appears to have solved is why my lips have been so dry for, like, years.(Even if my poetic side would prefer to think they've been sad from not being kissed for a long time.) It's a little too soon to tell if my digestion's better yet, but my lips are much more hydrated. I have so much balm, you guys. Started buying it during quarantine and really never stopped(of course, picking or licking during times of boredom and/or stress didn't help at all. luckily, that didn't come up at all during the period of festivity that's been The Biden Era, so I'm good, right, and yet?) Masters in lip-quenching....minor honeymoons with each new brand, so if it hadn't got worse, who knows if I'd ever spot it for a Thing?