The fine folks who host my sites are doing a server migration this weekend, which means things will stop working for a day or two and maybe even appear to have vanished. Don't panic! Everything will be back and fine in short order. Assuming that you see this post before the site goes down, here's a somewhat blurry picture one of the show's directors sent to me for fun: You know, while I'm standing there in a leather corset, holding a whip, watching a fellow cast member demonstrate a triple orgasm. As one does. (Hey, if you're local, we have three more shows, so come on out if you're so...
Trampoline: It finally stopped freezing and/or raining, so both children have had the chance to try out the trampoline. True to their individual personalities, Chickadee pretty much treats it like a hammock and lies there waiting for someone to peel her a grape, whereas Monkey BOINGed around for ten minutes and then wanted to argue about whether or not the dogs could join him (no). School: Today was the first day of Monkey's second week at the high school, and so far his only complaint is that there's not enough work. I... yeah. I don't know, either. Weekend: After the aforementioned first...
Once again, life is boring. WE LOVE BORING. Boring is awesome. But not all that great when it comes to blogging material. Still, I'll take it over less boring. Good for me, not as interesting for you. Let me make it up to you with some zucchini brownies I made. What? You can't taste them through the blog? Fine, here's two things I bet have been keeping you up at night (I mean, surely) that I can resolve for you: Thing the first! I love it when People Have Opinions on stuff I'm dumb about. I read all of your beauty product suggestions and being cheap, decided I really wanted to try the Drew...
I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to tell you a fantastic made-up story and convince you that it's true. I've never been a fan of April Fool's Day---as much as I love a good story, the calculated intent to trick never sits well with me---but we may as well get it out of the way. So: Licorice is pregnant! Also, Licorice is actually a cat. Who recently won the lottery. SWEARSIES. We good? Okay, then. (I know. I'm not very good at the whole trickster thing.) Instead of that nonsense, I have a VERY SERIOUS burning question which I urge you to consider carefully because this is...
What this IS is a reminder that sometimes I post stuff on the Woulda Coulda Shoulda Facebook page that I don't put here. It's like a bonus reel! Hosted by the Evil Empire! Except no matter how evil Facebook becomes, it's still the easiest place to waste time playing Scrabble with far-away friends, so I just can't quite quit it (and probably neither can you). So if you're not a fan over there to see things like post updates and random pictures of things like my kid in a rainbow tutu, you might be missing out. Just sayin'.
So first of all, thank you for all of the coffeemaker feedback you left on my last post. It was very helpful, and I was over on Amazon, comparing and contrasting, and in the meantime I was drinking expired espresso made in my Tassimo (because once I won Otto over to the dark side and he started drinking coffee with me, I pretty much retired the Tassimo because I'd rather just make a whole pot). I was hovering over the "BUY" button when Otto said he wanted to try cleaning out the pot lid before we gave up. Huh. He soaked it in some stuff. Things did not look promising. BUT THEN he poked...
1) Yesterday I found out that the hulking, terrifying mass which has become my gimpy hand is apparently "perfectly normal." Well, that's a relief. I was getting tired of waiting for an alien to burst forth from the scar. But, uh, I kind of miss the days when my hand looked like a hand, y'know? So I am now on a strict regimen of weirdo anti-inflammatory treatments via battery-powered patch. Really. I have to drive over to the orthopedist's office every other day to have said patch slapped over my hand/wrist. Thank goodness I'm a lady of leisure and don't have anything else to... oh. Crap. 2)...
It rhymes with Sandy, but it less depressing. See? Today I'm over at Feel More Better, pondering Halloween candy and the politics therein. Maybe you don't view this as the most candyful time of the year, but I sure do. Come on over and check it out if you're all hurricane-d out and need something a little more... chocolatey.
This is old news, I know it is, but I kept meaning to write about it and then life exploded and I never did, and it is REALLY SUPER IMPORTANT that you know that you can get Bert and Ernie on your GPS if you didn't already know. If you DID already know, sorry. This video always makes me laugh, even though I've already seen it a hundred times: I contend that NO ONE who 1) owns a TomTom and 2) grew up watching Sesame Street could learn of this information and not immediately run to the associated website to download your favorite muppet voices. Or---if you're me---if you meet those two...
