in which I read the paper, in pictures
God. Lidia is making rigatoni with pork butt and I could climb right into the television and eat it. Can one of you send me a recipe for red sauce with pork in it, please?
I always think, whilst watching Lidia, that with all of her success (and, therefore, wealth, I imagine) she has not found a solution for her hair loss. Don't tell me you don't think about her hair when you watch her. Whenever she's on someone walks through the room and reminds me that she is not Italian. Like I care!
I am reading the newspaper.
I am sitting in the dining room.
I have decorated!
The LLBean boot. A classic. Where are mine? Discarded sometime during college, I think. Given to or taken by the housekeeper for her granddaughter, who was my age. Now they're making a comeback. Go for it, I say, though I do remember they were wickedly difficult to get on and off and not terribly warm - best to get the ones with fleece linings.
Fleece? You should read this story.
The story of fleece!
A bit by Christoph Niemann. I love Christoph Niemann.
And a bit about discontinued cars.
Goodbye, Ford Crown Victoria.
And what did I do after I read the paper?
Tidied the kitchen drawers, she says with great satisfaction.
I always think, whilst watching Lidia, that with all of her success (and, therefore, wealth, I imagine) she has not found a solution for her hair loss. Don't tell me you don't think about her hair when you watch her. Whenever she's on someone walks through the room and reminds me that she is not Italian. Like I care!
I am reading the newspaper.
I am sitting in the dining room.
I have decorated!
The LLBean boot. A classic. Where are mine? Discarded sometime during college, I think. Given to or taken by the housekeeper for her granddaughter, who was my age. Now they're making a comeback. Go for it, I say, though I do remember they were wickedly difficult to get on and off and not terribly warm - best to get the ones with fleece linings.
Fleece? You should read this story.
The story of fleece!
A bit by Christoph Niemann. I love Christoph Niemann.
And a bit about discontinued cars.
Goodbye, Ford Crown Victoria.
And what did I do after I read the paper?
Tidied the kitchen drawers, she says with great satisfaction.
water, water, every where
K's horoscope said he'd be dealing with leaks in November and they weren't kidding.
So far he has: de-grouted and re-grouted the upstairs shower, twice; sealed two leaks near where the chimney meets the roof; yet another area on our posh French kitchen faucet is leaking into the cabinet below, and he's out in the driveway with a hose helping Oldest fix a leaky sunroof.
The kitchen faucet situation really burns my britches as we have probably had to fix parts of it twice a year each year since it was installed. And though the company is French-Canadian (which seems distant) they have been very helpful supplying parts as the faucet has a lifetime guarantee. At this point, though, I'm eager to replace it for a couple of reasons. It's fussier than I'd like and, looking back, I do remember choosing things for our remodel that were easy to care for and clean. But, somehow, I think the faucet escaped my scrutiny. I'd like one of those single lever, high-arch, pull-out hose faucets now.
But, then I start thinking...thinking and wanting...wanting and needing....
Does your head do that? Especially if money feels tight? My neighbor told me her faucet (the kind I'm coveting) is from Home Depot and was not more than a couple of hundred dollars. Of course I can't find one that inexpensive and she just did a huge remodel so she may not be remembering correctly.
I look around and notice the faucet needs replacing, the dining room chair cushions need mending, the dining room needs repainting (there's a hole in the ceiling) and I'd like different curtains in there.
On the other hand, K just repainted the big board AND he used magnetizing undercoat so we can post recipes and pictures now.
I'd like boots for the snow that aren't huge snow boots. I'd like La Canadiennes which are hundreds of dollars, but I don't need them.
I'd like a new bathrobe. I have a bathrobe but it has hair dye on the neck and I think I bought it when I had Youngest. And it's white!
I've seen several gorgeous long cardigans being used as bathrobes which is brilliant as I dislike bathrobes and love cardigans.
And, speaking of cardigans, I'd really like the plain black cashmere cardigan that JCrew sells as my favorite black cardigan is pilled and holey and old.
Another item on the "old" list are my beloved Uggs. I don't know how old they are but the insides of them are flat and hard where they used to be poofy and soft on my feet. I've spilled something terrible on the left one. I could get some new wool innersoles and have them cleaned (there's a dry cleaner nearby who advertises that they clean Uggs) or I could buy a new pair. I don't really need a new pair.
Can you see how this goes?
I need to stop it.
I've done a significant portion of my Christmas shopping and am awaiting further reductions before I finalize a big Amazon order. Do you hear me Amazon?
All right.
I've got to go mend the cushions.
Later.
So far he has: de-grouted and re-grouted the upstairs shower, twice; sealed two leaks near where the chimney meets the roof; yet another area on our posh French kitchen faucet is leaking into the cabinet below, and he's out in the driveway with a hose helping Oldest fix a leaky sunroof.
The kitchen faucet situation really burns my britches as we have probably had to fix parts of it twice a year each year since it was installed. And though the company is French-Canadian (which seems distant) they have been very helpful supplying parts as the faucet has a lifetime guarantee. At this point, though, I'm eager to replace it for a couple of reasons. It's fussier than I'd like and, looking back, I do remember choosing things for our remodel that were easy to care for and clean. But, somehow, I think the faucet escaped my scrutiny. I'd like one of those single lever, high-arch, pull-out hose faucets now.
But, then I start thinking...thinking and wanting...wanting and needing....
Does your head do that? Especially if money feels tight? My neighbor told me her faucet (the kind I'm coveting) is from Home Depot and was not more than a couple of hundred dollars. Of course I can't find one that inexpensive and she just did a huge remodel so she may not be remembering correctly.
I look around and notice the faucet needs replacing, the dining room chair cushions need mending, the dining room needs repainting (there's a hole in the ceiling) and I'd like different curtains in there.
On the other hand, K just repainted the big board AND he used magnetizing undercoat so we can post recipes and pictures now.
I'd like boots for the snow that aren't huge snow boots. I'd like La Canadiennes which are hundreds of dollars, but I don't need them.
I'd like a new bathrobe. I have a bathrobe but it has hair dye on the neck and I think I bought it when I had Youngest. And it's white!
I've seen several gorgeous long cardigans being used as bathrobes which is brilliant as I dislike bathrobes and love cardigans.
And, speaking of cardigans, I'd really like the plain black cashmere cardigan that JCrew sells as my favorite black cardigan is pilled and holey and old.
Another item on the "old" list are my beloved Uggs. I don't know how old they are but the insides of them are flat and hard where they used to be poofy and soft on my feet. I've spilled something terrible on the left one. I could get some new wool innersoles and have them cleaned (there's a dry cleaner nearby who advertises that they clean Uggs) or I could buy a new pair. I don't really need a new pair.
Can you see how this goes?
I need to stop it.
I've done a significant portion of my Christmas shopping and am awaiting further reductions before I finalize a big Amazon order. Do you hear me Amazon?
All right.
I've got to go mend the cushions.
Later.
I was in a parade yesterday and boy are my arms tired.
I spent the night in town, which, as I explained, was necessary as transport into the city at four in the morning isn't the easiest thing in the world. But it was fun, too, as I stayed at J's house and there were candles and soft music and wine and cheese and sausage - all my favorites. We stayed up as late as we could imagine would be prudent and went for a brisk walk at 10:00 to see the neighborhood sights and, we hoped, tire us out.
We dragged ourselves out of bed at 4:00 and hopped in a car to the hotel where hundreds of happy volunteers (I'm not kidding, they smile and praise you and treat you like visiting royalty) outfitted us (very heavy coveralls, gloves, hat, pinafore for your character), took up my pant legs(!) and put us on buses to our balloon.
The next part is where it starts getting rougher...cold (36f) and dark and windy on the street, we wait for it to be time for instructions/photos/reminders. Though the wind had died down quite a bit, our Captain (who wears a headset which provides minute by minute weather information) brought us in (there are about 50 people who handle the balloon) to give us strict and stern information regarding winds. Because there were cross-winds we would be maneuvering through intersections differently. 40 intersections. People at the front of the balloon would pull to the right (west) to counter the winds while people at the foot of the balloon (me and three others) would hold the line to keep the feet straight. This was described with much seriousness resulting in my pal J deciding to take a comfortable route wrangling the balloon from the middle (I cannot blame her) and me lobbying for my friend The Art Director to join me at the back of the balloon. It took some work as he had previously been at the front of the balloon and was tickled to be on television. People in the back of the balloons are not often on television.
But he decided to do it with me! I was very relieved as I would have been alone with professionals and no co-workers and I wanted to share it with a friend.
ANYWAY. Many hours later (ten past nine?) it was finally time to march.
It was tremendously exciting. The balloon is announced, there is deafening cheering, the Captain blows his whistle and we moved off 77th street and wove into the parade.
How many millions of people were on the streets?
It's a 2 1/2 mile walk.
The balloon is astoundingly heavy and somewhat difficult to maneuver. The intersections were, indeed, windy. My hands cramped, my shoulders ached, and my arms shook for hours - but it was one of the most extraordinary experiences I've ever had.
The boys shouted for me at 42nd street and as I veered right to smile and wave at them I got a stern reprimand from my pilot to HOLD MY LINE. (hee!)
I ditched my hat (too warm!), raised and lowered my foot at least a dozen times (hard work!) and only asked for help once.
It was wonderful and everything that goes into the entire event is fascinating and I would love to describe every second of it...but I think we'd need a couple of hours and a bottle of wine.
I have only one photo (we aren't allowed to take pictures but I know people did and we'll share later):
That's our Captain giving wind instructions at about 7:00. The couple flanking him are married and have been balloon co-pilots for many years. He's a burly bear of a guy and she runs back and forth making sure everyone is on point. I can't say enough good things about the people we worked with. One of the pilots ran the lines every 15 minutes or so and asked each of us, by name, if we needed anything, if we were okay, if we needed to step out.
Deflation is almost as much fun and equally as efficiently planned.
This year we were lying on the balloon to deflate it as the Buzz Lightyear balloon passed over us. He's the biggest balloon ever and very impressive. (It should be noted, too, that his team is super pumped and exceedingly boisterous - they have cheers!)
I made my way back to the hotel to turn in my costume and had forgotten that volunteers line the lobby and applaud and cheer for each person who enters.
I feel incredibly fortunate to have participated.
Home on the train (short nap), long hot shower (oof, my shoulders), good long nap (zzzzz) and then up for Thanksgiving On A Roll, the ingredients which my sweet K made on Wednesday.
Now for a cozy long weekend.
Last year.
We dragged ourselves out of bed at 4:00 and hopped in a car to the hotel where hundreds of happy volunteers (I'm not kidding, they smile and praise you and treat you like visiting royalty) outfitted us (very heavy coveralls, gloves, hat, pinafore for your character), took up my pant legs(!) and put us on buses to our balloon.
The next part is where it starts getting rougher...cold (36f) and dark and windy on the street, we wait for it to be time for instructions/photos/reminders. Though the wind had died down quite a bit, our Captain (who wears a headset which provides minute by minute weather information) brought us in (there are about 50 people who handle the balloon) to give us strict and stern information regarding winds. Because there were cross-winds we would be maneuvering through intersections differently. 40 intersections. People at the front of the balloon would pull to the right (west) to counter the winds while people at the foot of the balloon (me and three others) would hold the line to keep the feet straight. This was described with much seriousness resulting in my pal J deciding to take a comfortable route wrangling the balloon from the middle (I cannot blame her) and me lobbying for my friend The Art Director to join me at the back of the balloon. It took some work as he had previously been at the front of the balloon and was tickled to be on television. People in the back of the balloons are not often on television.
But he decided to do it with me! I was very relieved as I would have been alone with professionals and no co-workers and I wanted to share it with a friend.
ANYWAY. Many hours later (ten past nine?) it was finally time to march.
It was tremendously exciting. The balloon is announced, there is deafening cheering, the Captain blows his whistle and we moved off 77th street and wove into the parade.
How many millions of people were on the streets?
It's a 2 1/2 mile walk.
The balloon is astoundingly heavy and somewhat difficult to maneuver. The intersections were, indeed, windy. My hands cramped, my shoulders ached, and my arms shook for hours - but it was one of the most extraordinary experiences I've ever had.
The boys shouted for me at 42nd street and as I veered right to smile and wave at them I got a stern reprimand from my pilot to HOLD MY LINE. (hee!)
I ditched my hat (too warm!), raised and lowered my foot at least a dozen times (hard work!) and only asked for help once.
It was wonderful and everything that goes into the entire event is fascinating and I would love to describe every second of it...but I think we'd need a couple of hours and a bottle of wine.
I have only one photo (we aren't allowed to take pictures but I know people did and we'll share later):
That's our Captain giving wind instructions at about 7:00. The couple flanking him are married and have been balloon co-pilots for many years. He's a burly bear of a guy and she runs back and forth making sure everyone is on point. I can't say enough good things about the people we worked with. One of the pilots ran the lines every 15 minutes or so and asked each of us, by name, if we needed anything, if we were okay, if we needed to step out.
Deflation is almost as much fun and equally as efficiently planned.
This year we were lying on the balloon to deflate it as the Buzz Lightyear balloon passed over us. He's the biggest balloon ever and very impressive. (It should be noted, too, that his team is super pumped and exceedingly boisterous - they have cheers!)
I made my way back to the hotel to turn in my costume and had forgotten that volunteers line the lobby and applaud and cheer for each person who enters.
I feel incredibly fortunate to have participated.
Home on the train (short nap), long hot shower (oof, my shoulders), good long nap (zzzzz) and then up for Thanksgiving On A Roll, the ingredients which my sweet K made on Wednesday.
Now for a cozy long weekend.
Last year.
before I go a-marching
Oooh, Betty, it's a little cold here. It rained a lot too. I'm hoping it dries out/warms up before tomorrow morning (and it's supposed to).
I'm packing my little bag (I'm staying in town so I can get to the parade start at 5am) and going off to my pal J's house - she's my partner for this year.
Meanwhile, look at this:
Youngest is on the landing page for his school's website. Best costume ever.
The girls of the junior class were 101 Dalmatians. Isn't that cute? Apparently one doesn't have short hair in high school.
Inspiration for my holiday decorating. I'll grab a photo of the dining room and its icicles for you later.
Do you know this store?
I may have to check it out.
Filed under best pitch of the week:
covers it ALL, doesn't it?
How wonderful does she look?
Wonderful.
Moments later, in the station, I was able to, very quietly, suggest a young woman check the back of her skirt which had accidentally been tucked up under her short jacket. She was shy about it but I felt like a minor hero.
Did you know I love maps?
I do.
I leave you with these fabulous bags
I am the shit.
Eat well my friends.
I'm packing my little bag (I'm staying in town so I can get to the parade start at 5am) and going off to my pal J's house - she's my partner for this year.
Meanwhile, look at this:
Youngest is on the landing page for his school's website. Best costume ever.
The girls of the junior class were 101 Dalmatians. Isn't that cute? Apparently one doesn't have short hair in high school.
Inspiration for my holiday decorating. I'll grab a photo of the dining room and its icicles for you later.
Do you know this store?
I may have to check it out.
Filed under best pitch of the week:
covers it ALL, doesn't it?
How wonderful does she look?
Wonderful.
Moments later, in the station, I was able to, very quietly, suggest a young woman check the back of her skirt which had accidentally been tucked up under her short jacket. She was shy about it but I felt like a minor hero.
Did you know I love maps?
I do.
I leave you with these fabulous bags
I am the shit.
Eat well my friends.
perspective
Do you know what size our new television is?
Actual
Get it? Actual Size?
On Sunday night we all sat up in my room and watched the newest pirate movie and ate cheese and popcorn and pepperoni and had a wonderful time.
Twice now, or maybe even three times, I've tried to send the photos from my phone to my mail so I can include them here and they aren't going. I do believe this is the fault of the update to the newest operating system on my iphone. It's killing my battery too.
I'm gearing up for my parade gig on Thursday and trying to remember what I wore last year. Layering is key, as are gloves. They gave me gloves that were two sizes too big and they hampered my performance. Balloon handling is not as easy as you might think and grippy palms are vital.
How about this: my boss has a favorite mug, a Starbucks mug from a few years ago. It's red. He drinks mint tea from it. Last Thursday he attended a board meeting that lasted from 11:00 until nearly 6:00. During that time I brought lunch into the board and checked on things a few times. Sometime during that day he handed me the mug (and the little dish he puts his tea bag in) and I put them down in the adjoining kitchen, on the counter. I went home a few minutes later and had a tiny moment of panic as I realized I had not brought the mug back to our offices. The next morning? No mug. Mug gone. Invisi-Mug. The mug has been purloined before. Last year I sent out an all points bulletin for the staff to be aware of the lost mug and one co-worker wished me a fond farewell! I've put up flyers. I've sent out emails. No one is stepping forward. Broken? Stolen? Why and who knows?
All right.
More later.
Actual
Get it? Actual Size?
On Sunday night we all sat up in my room and watched the newest pirate movie and ate cheese and popcorn and pepperoni and had a wonderful time.
Twice now, or maybe even three times, I've tried to send the photos from my phone to my mail so I can include them here and they aren't going. I do believe this is the fault of the update to the newest operating system on my iphone. It's killing my battery too.
I'm gearing up for my parade gig on Thursday and trying to remember what I wore last year. Layering is key, as are gloves. They gave me gloves that were two sizes too big and they hampered my performance. Balloon handling is not as easy as you might think and grippy palms are vital.
How about this: my boss has a favorite mug, a Starbucks mug from a few years ago. It's red. He drinks mint tea from it. Last Thursday he attended a board meeting that lasted from 11:00 until nearly 6:00. During that time I brought lunch into the board and checked on things a few times. Sometime during that day he handed me the mug (and the little dish he puts his tea bag in) and I put them down in the adjoining kitchen, on the counter. I went home a few minutes later and had a tiny moment of panic as I realized I had not brought the mug back to our offices. The next morning? No mug. Mug gone. Invisi-Mug. The mug has been purloined before. Last year I sent out an all points bulletin for the staff to be aware of the lost mug and one co-worker wished me a fond farewell! I've put up flyers. I've sent out emails. No one is stepping forward. Broken? Stolen? Why and who knows?
All right.
More later.
the week in pictures
Okay, maybe only part of the week.
In no particular order...
Merry Christmas! It's a good thing we did some Christmas shopping as the world seems convinced the holidays are around the corner.
I've only been to outlet centers a few times in my life, and, I guess I've never been during this time of year. I didn't know shoppers wait on enormous long lines to get into the stores. And, after you wait outside the store...
there's an even bigger line inside to pay! We were willing to wait to get into one of the stores as we had it in mind to purchase something, but it was crazy. I've never seen such big crowds so loaded down with things. There were shoppers who had brought rolling luggage to carry their purchases!
We realized, later, that this wasn't a bad idea.
What did we buy? Presents for both Grandmas, new shoes and a coat for K, new coat and a scarf for me and...
a new television! (Our Christmas present to each other.)
This is a very big deal for us. We bought the television in our room when Middle was a baby. It is 27 inches wide and we got it for our living room. That's 20 years ago! We were watching it last night and I nearly cried as I couldn't read anything on the screen. So, it was either binoculars for both of us or a new tv.
In other news, two kind gifts were given to me this week: My friend A brought me this luminous scarf from Paris,
And my pal D decided that "a person shouldn't have to wait too long for someday to come."
Inside the envelope was a pair of Wolford tights.
I think I had said something about someday buying myself a pair.
Treasures all around me.
The company I work for hired out a party bus for the next couple of weeks and had it stop by the office so we could see it.
Another first for me.
It's being used for a tour. And there's a huge truck that makes snow too.
I'm guessing this information only furthers your confusion. (Hah!)
I was admiring the promotional cards the Art Director down the hall received last week when he showed me his favorite.
How's that?
Must run. K has just made me pasta with cauliflower.
In no particular order...
Merry Christmas! It's a good thing we did some Christmas shopping as the world seems convinced the holidays are around the corner.
I've only been to outlet centers a few times in my life, and, I guess I've never been during this time of year. I didn't know shoppers wait on enormous long lines to get into the stores. And, after you wait outside the store...
there's an even bigger line inside to pay! We were willing to wait to get into one of the stores as we had it in mind to purchase something, but it was crazy. I've never seen such big crowds so loaded down with things. There were shoppers who had brought rolling luggage to carry their purchases!
We realized, later, that this wasn't a bad idea.
What did we buy? Presents for both Grandmas, new shoes and a coat for K, new coat and a scarf for me and...
a new television! (Our Christmas present to each other.)
This is a very big deal for us. We bought the television in our room when Middle was a baby. It is 27 inches wide and we got it for our living room. That's 20 years ago! We were watching it last night and I nearly cried as I couldn't read anything on the screen. So, it was either binoculars for both of us or a new tv.
In other news, two kind gifts were given to me this week: My friend A brought me this luminous scarf from Paris,
And my pal D decided that "a person shouldn't have to wait too long for someday to come."
Inside the envelope was a pair of Wolford tights.
I think I had said something about someday buying myself a pair.
Treasures all around me.
The company I work for hired out a party bus for the next couple of weeks and had it stop by the office so we could see it.
Another first for me.
It's being used for a tour. And there's a huge truck that makes snow too.
I'm guessing this information only furthers your confusion. (Hah!)
I was admiring the promotional cards the Art Director down the hall received last week when he showed me his favorite.
How's that?
Must run. K has just made me pasta with cauliflower.
more things
Good site. Don't know about the merch, but Dresses? The Cottons? Okay by me.
So, here's my beautiful new new hair. You can't tell but it is an extraordinary cut. She started AT THE BACK and worked toward the front. Did you ever?
I'm going to email the big hoohah over there and sing the praises of my stylist who, incidentally, was really thrilled to be cutting my hair which is a, sort of, stunning turn of events as my Hair Genius, I now realize, was never terribly enthused. I'm wondering now if color was his speciality.
Filed under smitten:
It's a brooch. From here. Listed as a gift for The Individualist.
I don't fancy it as a brooch.
It's from Lithuania which further endears it, don't you think?
Turns out I pretty much love everything in the shop.
So, I have a thing for bears, I guess. Just go with it.
Did I post this already?
It
kills
me.
As does this:
Finally,
do you NEED one of these? Does it roll the newspaper tightly?
I'm asking.
Survivor
Franks and beans, my friends. Franks and beans.
You don't even want to know how much I ate. A lot!
You might want to know that I had an expensive haircut today at a very chic salon, and, I am here to report that the experience proved that sometimes you do actually get what you pay for.
I look amazing!
Survivor?
Jim got sent to Redemption Island and it's night 24.
There are three guys at Redemption Island: Ozzy, Jim and that other guy.
Back at camp, Ozzy warns the team against Jim. He tells them he was dangerous and works to reassure the "people at the bottom of the alliance."
Whitney sees through his baloney.
In the morning, Cochran drinks some of the Coach Kool-ade and does exercises on the beach. Coach promises to try to protect Cochran but is worried about Albert.
It's time for a Redemption Island challenge. Keith, Ozzy and Jim will duel and the whole tribe will watch. It's an endurance challenge that, my mom says, is causing her pain to imagine. The two losers will be the first members of the jury.
Jim is out first.
It's very tricky.
They are holding poles up on the back of their hands.
Keith drops out next and Ozzy goes back to Redemption Island.
And Ozzy is having a wonderful time at Redemption Island - or so he says. He fishes and swims and eats well. He uses the time to rest and rejuvenate to make himself stronger for the end of the game.
(And when IS the end of the game?)
At camp there are no fish in the nets and people are hungry and tired. Cochran and Dawn do some bonding. Cochran is willing to make some deals with her and has a lot to consider to stay in the game.
There is a big team challenge for immunity.
With a bowl of rice balance on their head, players must walk over teeter-totters to deliver the rice at the end of a course.
People have a lot of trouble but Dawn does pretty well with Brandon and Sophie too.
Sophie wins by bringing a huge bowl of rice through the challenge while others struggle.
There will be a twist at Tribal Council which will be revealed then!
After the challenge Cochran and Coach talk about Dawn and Whitney being the next to go. But what will the twist at Tribal be? Cochran is nervous.
Dawn is aggravated and thinks she's going to Redemption Island.
Whitney thinks she and Dawn need to ally themselves with someone - perhaps Albert.
Albert would like Edna out and talks to Dawn and Whitney about it.
He'd like to make an alliance of he and Cochran and Dawn and Whitney but they need one more person.
Albert warns Cochran that he's going to be voted out seventh.
Albert suggests a plot.
Albert approaches Sophie and Cochran and suggests they vote Edna out.
He points out that the game is not Out Clean and Out Organize...I think I'd do poorly.
Coach threatens that anyone that votes against the family is dead.
At Tribal (and it's only 8:37) they talk about who will be five, six and seventh out.
This is the time to make a big move.
Dawn says she is the perfect person to have on your side.
Coach claims he is not the leader of the tribe - Whitney doesn't buy that.
Time to vote.
Who IS that guy with the big mustache and the cowboy hat?
Damn. They vote Dawn, a likable, bright woman. She goes to Redemption Island and the twist?
The team goes directly to another challenge and vote.
Jeff asks Survival related questions and the team must hold up answer cubes.
Cowboy guy is Rick.
Whitney, Coach and Sophie remain after two questions.
Coach is out.
Sophie wins immunity again!
Whitney gets voted out.
There aren't many episodes left and I'm not home next Wednesday!
You don't even want to know how much I ate. A lot!
You might want to know that I had an expensive haircut today at a very chic salon, and, I am here to report that the experience proved that sometimes you do actually get what you pay for.
I look amazing!
Survivor?
Jim got sent to Redemption Island and it's night 24.
There are three guys at Redemption Island: Ozzy, Jim and that other guy.
Back at camp, Ozzy warns the team against Jim. He tells them he was dangerous and works to reassure the "people at the bottom of the alliance."
Whitney sees through his baloney.
In the morning, Cochran drinks some of the Coach Kool-ade and does exercises on the beach. Coach promises to try to protect Cochran but is worried about Albert.
It's time for a Redemption Island challenge. Keith, Ozzy and Jim will duel and the whole tribe will watch. It's an endurance challenge that, my mom says, is causing her pain to imagine. The two losers will be the first members of the jury.
Jim is out first.
It's very tricky.
They are holding poles up on the back of their hands.
Keith drops out next and Ozzy goes back to Redemption Island.
And Ozzy is having a wonderful time at Redemption Island - or so he says. He fishes and swims and eats well. He uses the time to rest and rejuvenate to make himself stronger for the end of the game.
(And when IS the end of the game?)
At camp there are no fish in the nets and people are hungry and tired. Cochran and Dawn do some bonding. Cochran is willing to make some deals with her and has a lot to consider to stay in the game.
There is a big team challenge for immunity.
With a bowl of rice balance on their head, players must walk over teeter-totters to deliver the rice at the end of a course.
People have a lot of trouble but Dawn does pretty well with Brandon and Sophie too.
Sophie wins by bringing a huge bowl of rice through the challenge while others struggle.
There will be a twist at Tribal Council which will be revealed then!
After the challenge Cochran and Coach talk about Dawn and Whitney being the next to go. But what will the twist at Tribal be? Cochran is nervous.
Dawn is aggravated and thinks she's going to Redemption Island.
Whitney thinks she and Dawn need to ally themselves with someone - perhaps Albert.
Albert would like Edna out and talks to Dawn and Whitney about it.
He'd like to make an alliance of he and Cochran and Dawn and Whitney but they need one more person.
Albert warns Cochran that he's going to be voted out seventh.
Albert suggests a plot.
Albert approaches Sophie and Cochran and suggests they vote Edna out.
He points out that the game is not Out Clean and Out Organize...I think I'd do poorly.
Coach threatens that anyone that votes against the family is dead.
At Tribal (and it's only 8:37) they talk about who will be five, six and seventh out.
This is the time to make a big move.
Dawn says she is the perfect person to have on your side.
Coach claims he is not the leader of the tribe - Whitney doesn't buy that.
Time to vote.
Who IS that guy with the big mustache and the cowboy hat?
Damn. They vote Dawn, a likable, bright woman. She goes to Redemption Island and the twist?
The team goes directly to another challenge and vote.
Jeff asks Survival related questions and the team must hold up answer cubes.
Cowboy guy is Rick.
Whitney, Coach and Sophie remain after two questions.
Coach is out.
Sophie wins immunity again!
Whitney gets voted out.
There aren't many episodes left and I'm not home next Wednesday!
random
Said by Youngest in a small, squeaky voice: you know, mom,
Doesn't some spaghetti with cauliflower and speck sound good? I think we can get K to make us some.
I had a fabulous brunch in town with two wonderful work-friends on Friday.
And I'm eyeing the table we sat at. Another thing I'd like K to think about making for us.
Rustic.
Also still dreaming about these peppers we had whilst sampling holiday foods for our party.
It's going to be yet another kind of party this year - more casual. Wine, beer, sangria and tapas. I've eaten the food twice and it is just extraordinary. I'm very excited.
My Fair Lady was on television on Sunday evening. Have I mentioned that it is Oldest's all-time favorite film? Don't you find that somewhat fascinating. He explained, on Sunday evening, that he believes Audrey Hepburn is the most timelessly beautiful woman in the world. This amazes me. I am really only just learning his esthetic and I like it very much.
I think I'll have some Black Sticky Gingerbread too, thanks.
Doesn't some spaghetti with cauliflower and speck sound good? I think we can get K to make us some.
I had a fabulous brunch in town with two wonderful work-friends on Friday.
And I'm eyeing the table we sat at. Another thing I'd like K to think about making for us.
Rustic.
Also still dreaming about these peppers we had whilst sampling holiday foods for our party.
It's going to be yet another kind of party this year - more casual. Wine, beer, sangria and tapas. I've eaten the food twice and it is just extraordinary. I'm very excited.
My Fair Lady was on television on Sunday evening. Have I mentioned that it is Oldest's all-time favorite film? Don't you find that somewhat fascinating. He explained, on Sunday evening, that he believes Audrey Hepburn is the most timelessly beautiful woman in the world. This amazes me. I am really only just learning his esthetic and I like it very much.
I think I'll have some Black Sticky Gingerbread too, thanks.
Sunday
You know what I do on Sundays.
I have coffee in my bed with the laptop or, sometimes, the newspaper, and my boyfriend.
I stay until someone needs something or I start to feel too lazy.
I eat some cereal (if I'm lucky, as I was today) with some boys and then I throw a load of laundry in the washing machine.
One day last week, or the week before, I got a pitch email about a baby bottle that looks like a breast (which I think is BRILLIANT). It was one of three dozen pitches I got last week and I was a little peeved as most of them were for mommy bloggers. I wrote a note to the PR lady who sent it and asked her to unsubscribe me - which really is a little rude as it turned out that she is not a machine and she's working from a list and she can't just unsubscribe me. She wrote back, immediately, and asked what I write about (not easy to pinpoint) and I said something witty like: laundry and life.
Less than 24 hours later I had four full-sized bottles of amazing laundry products. Products I'd never think to try but had seen in stores and was intrigued by.
And that's how I've been using Vaska Herbatergent this weekend.
What can I tell you about Vaska Herbatergent? A few things.
1. It made Youngest's laundry stop smelling.
I'm not kidding you and I don't know if you have a 17 year-old boy, but 17 seems to be prime time
for, uh, laundry odor. This stuff killed it dead. You'll have to take my word for how impressive that
is.
2. It made nice suds. I know perfectly well that suds aren't supposed to mean anything and, in fact, that
bubbles are visual proof of poison or something, but suds make a difference to me. I like to see
them. They trick me into thinking things are getting clean. In this case it was no trick.
3. The clothes felt nice coming out of the washing machine.
4. A big bottle of Herbatergent is the same price as the same size bottle of Tide.
5. Tide got my things clean but I couldn't help but think there's some really noxious stuff in Tide.
6. They have a lavender scented product too. I think we all know what I'm buying when I finish this
bottle.
Vaska products are available at Duane Reade. There are 250 Duane Reades in New York City.
Do you know what else my new favorite PR person represents? Roux Maison laundry products.
We'll talk next week.
I have coffee in my bed with the laptop or, sometimes, the newspaper, and my boyfriend.
I stay until someone needs something or I start to feel too lazy.
I eat some cereal (if I'm lucky, as I was today) with some boys and then I throw a load of laundry in the washing machine.
One day last week, or the week before, I got a pitch email about a baby bottle that looks like a breast (which I think is BRILLIANT). It was one of three dozen pitches I got last week and I was a little peeved as most of them were for mommy bloggers. I wrote a note to the PR lady who sent it and asked her to unsubscribe me - which really is a little rude as it turned out that she is not a machine and she's working from a list and she can't just unsubscribe me. She wrote back, immediately, and asked what I write about (not easy to pinpoint) and I said something witty like: laundry and life.
Less than 24 hours later I had four full-sized bottles of amazing laundry products. Products I'd never think to try but had seen in stores and was intrigued by.
And that's how I've been using Vaska Herbatergent this weekend.
What can I tell you about Vaska Herbatergent? A few things.
1. It made Youngest's laundry stop smelling.
I'm not kidding you and I don't know if you have a 17 year-old boy, but 17 seems to be prime time
for, uh, laundry odor. This stuff killed it dead. You'll have to take my word for how impressive that
is.
2. It made nice suds. I know perfectly well that suds aren't supposed to mean anything and, in fact, that
bubbles are visual proof of poison or something, but suds make a difference to me. I like to see
them. They trick me into thinking things are getting clean. In this case it was no trick.
3. The clothes felt nice coming out of the washing machine.
4. A big bottle of Herbatergent is the same price as the same size bottle of Tide.
5. Tide got my things clean but I couldn't help but think there's some really noxious stuff in Tide.
6. They have a lavender scented product too. I think we all know what I'm buying when I finish this
bottle.
Vaska products are available at Duane Reade. There are 250 Duane Reades in New York City.
Do you know what else my new favorite PR person represents? Roux Maison laundry products.
We'll talk next week.
hither and yon
I'm off work today (actually we are closed). Without being too specific, though I'm certain by now you could track me down, I'll simply say we are celebrating our most successful project. The most successful project of its kind, quite possibly the most successful project in the history of the industry. And, as we've all - each one of us in varied positions in the company - had a hand in this success, my boss has closed the office for the day and sent us home to contemplate and celebrate it.
There is much to contemplate.
In the meantime, my co-workers KT and CR and I have found a spot for the holiday party with an owner so adorable and fascinating and food so delectable and interesting that we could barely tear ourselves away. It's going to be a wonderful party.
I've nothing to tell you about my commute. Oh, wait. Last night I was sitting between a hair twirler and a nose picker and my headphones have broken (though K has loaned me a pair) and I nearly went mad.
Some things from the internet perhaps?
This has been around for a long time but I still like it.
Feast your eyes on this beauty.
Learn about it here:
Beautiful garments and a beautiful thought. Imagine giving one to each person you buy a gift for?
I contemplate what that success would mean to this small company.
Lest you think I've gotten too serious this morning, I offer some bargains
and this
about which I have nothing to say.
It's a child. Smoking. With a chicken.
There is much to contemplate.
In the meantime, my co-workers KT and CR and I have found a spot for the holiday party with an owner so adorable and fascinating and food so delectable and interesting that we could barely tear ourselves away. It's going to be a wonderful party.
I've nothing to tell you about my commute. Oh, wait. Last night I was sitting between a hair twirler and a nose picker and my headphones have broken (though K has loaned me a pair) and I nearly went mad.
Some things from the internet perhaps?
This has been around for a long time but I still like it.
Feast your eyes on this beauty.
Learn about it here:
Beautiful garments and a beautiful thought. Imagine giving one to each person you buy a gift for?
I contemplate what that success would mean to this small company.
Lest you think I've gotten too serious this morning, I offer some bargains
and this
about which I have nothing to say.
It's a child. Smoking. With a chicken.
Survivor
Ozzy is still in the game, the teams have merged, Dawn and Ozzy win immunity and Ozzy gives his to Whitney, Keith goes to Redemption Island.
After the vote Ozzy wants to talk to Cochran alone. Ozzy wants to know why Cochran double crossed him. Turns out everyone is pissed at Cochran.
Cochran is embraced by the new members of his team but his old tribe mates are very angry.
Ozzy says he has a new strategy...there's a challenge.
Throw coconuts into a ring, cut a coconut open, put coconut water in your mouth and carry it to a place to spit out...whoever fills their coco-water first wins. Blech.
Jim wins this wretched challenge.
Who leaves is huge at this point. Ozzy and Coach have an emotional time discussing his leaving.
There's lots of discussion about who's going. Jim tries to bargain and discusses his speech. He wants to round up some votes for Cochran.
(I want to swim in that water!!!!)
Will Jim give Ozzy the necklace and save him?
He discusses it at Tribal, but he also makes a case for the team to vote out Cochran.
Ozzy challenges the team to vote him out - he knows he can get back.
And so he goes.
We found ourselves thinking that was the end of the show but there was a second half!
Ozzy catches a great big fish on the reef and he and Keith have a little feast.
Back at camp there's a balancing challenge for immunity...but, if anyone feels confident they can sit out for pastries and iced coffee if they'd rather not compete.
Only three players choose to compete: Dawn, Whitney and Jim, who are obviously not confident about being able to stay in the game.
Jim drops out.
Dawn says she's staying in as long as she can so the team can eat more. The tribe appreciate her efforts.
Dawn steps off and Whitney wins, after a tedious effort.
Cochran works to solidify his position on the team. Jim works out who's who and what's what in the sand. He lines up a plan but there's another plan in the offing. Is Dawn dangerous? That's the question being asked by Albert around camp.
But does the person voted out in this Tribal go to Redemption Island or Home? Sounds like Home.
Brandon gets kind of stupid at Tribal and he twists Dawn's words and picks a fight with her. She tries to make it better but he insists that everyone from her team is living on borrowed time. Whitney bursts into tears talking about how they will be voted out. We can't see why Brandon has to be so verbal and mean. Sigh. He IS Russell's nephew.
Jim gets voted out...fine with me, I don't like his attitude.
So Jim goes to Redemption Island where there are now three guys?
I'm not following this.
After the vote Ozzy wants to talk to Cochran alone. Ozzy wants to know why Cochran double crossed him. Turns out everyone is pissed at Cochran.
Cochran is embraced by the new members of his team but his old tribe mates are very angry.
Ozzy says he has a new strategy...there's a challenge.
Throw coconuts into a ring, cut a coconut open, put coconut water in your mouth and carry it to a place to spit out...whoever fills their coco-water first wins. Blech.
Jim wins this wretched challenge.
Who leaves is huge at this point. Ozzy and Coach have an emotional time discussing his leaving.
There's lots of discussion about who's going. Jim tries to bargain and discusses his speech. He wants to round up some votes for Cochran.
(I want to swim in that water!!!!)
Will Jim give Ozzy the necklace and save him?
He discusses it at Tribal, but he also makes a case for the team to vote out Cochran.
Ozzy challenges the team to vote him out - he knows he can get back.
And so he goes.
We found ourselves thinking that was the end of the show but there was a second half!
Ozzy catches a great big fish on the reef and he and Keith have a little feast.
Back at camp there's a balancing challenge for immunity...but, if anyone feels confident they can sit out for pastries and iced coffee if they'd rather not compete.
Only three players choose to compete: Dawn, Whitney and Jim, who are obviously not confident about being able to stay in the game.
Jim drops out.
Dawn says she's staying in as long as she can so the team can eat more. The tribe appreciate her efforts.
Dawn steps off and Whitney wins, after a tedious effort.
Cochran works to solidify his position on the team. Jim works out who's who and what's what in the sand. He lines up a plan but there's another plan in the offing. Is Dawn dangerous? That's the question being asked by Albert around camp.
But does the person voted out in this Tribal go to Redemption Island or Home? Sounds like Home.
Brandon gets kind of stupid at Tribal and he twists Dawn's words and picks a fight with her. She tries to make it better but he insists that everyone from her team is living on borrowed time. Whitney bursts into tears talking about how they will be voted out. We can't see why Brandon has to be so verbal and mean. Sigh. He IS Russell's nephew.
Jim gets voted out...fine with me, I don't like his attitude.
So Jim goes to Redemption Island where there are now three guys?
I'm not following this.
Linda asks...
if the stories aren't coming may i be so bold as to ask a question?
what is this thing you Americans call a smore?
am i missing out on something grand?
Linda! What a perfect opportunity for me to explore! I would be delighted to explain S'mores.
S'mores, my friend, are a perfect example of a very simple American campfire treat which has become a huge commercial success - and yet, there is nothing quite like the original concoction cooked over an open flame, outdoors, at the end of a long day...maybe with a little whiskey. Wait! Hold the whiskey. S'mores are a family treat.
Okay, so, the recipe: two commercially purchased graham crackers (actually four, as commercially purchased grahams come in sheets of two, sidebyside), two or three marshmallows (from the supermarket) and half a Hershey chocolate bar.
There are many ways to cook the S'more, including but not limited to: assembling the ingredients as you wish - cookie, chocolate, marshmallows, cookie, wrapping the whole shebang in foil and setting it on a grill until the marshmallow is gooey and the chocolate melty; skewering the marshmallows on their own and toasting them into gooey hotness and then slipping them inside the chocolate/cookie sandwich and pressing them with your hands till everything gets melty; or melting the chocolate, dunking marshmallows in it and making the cookie sandwich that way.
There are dozens of other methods.
S'mores are highly addictive, but can be nausea-inducing if eaten too quickly or in too large a quantity.
S'mores have been elevated by American foodies to include homemade crackers, marshmallows and designer chocolates.
Little indoor s'mores kits have been invented which allow you to amass and cook the snack at your table and I even visited a Hershey's S'mores Suite at BlogHer two years ago where I was the grateful winner of a set of very long, retractable S'mores-making forks for use in a campfire.
Finally, S'mores are called S'mores because one always wants some more.
what is this thing you Americans call a smore?
am i missing out on something grand?
Linda! What a perfect opportunity for me to explore! I would be delighted to explain S'mores.
S'mores, my friend, are a perfect example of a very simple American campfire treat which has become a huge commercial success - and yet, there is nothing quite like the original concoction cooked over an open flame, outdoors, at the end of a long day...maybe with a little whiskey. Wait! Hold the whiskey. S'mores are a family treat.
Okay, so, the recipe: two commercially purchased graham crackers (actually four, as commercially purchased grahams come in sheets of two, sidebyside), two or three marshmallows (from the supermarket) and half a Hershey chocolate bar.
There are many ways to cook the S'more, including but not limited to: assembling the ingredients as you wish - cookie, chocolate, marshmallows, cookie, wrapping the whole shebang in foil and setting it on a grill until the marshmallow is gooey and the chocolate melty; skewering the marshmallows on their own and toasting them into gooey hotness and then slipping them inside the chocolate/cookie sandwich and pressing them with your hands till everything gets melty; or melting the chocolate, dunking marshmallows in it and making the cookie sandwich that way.
There are dozens of other methods.
S'mores are highly addictive, but can be nausea-inducing if eaten too quickly or in too large a quantity.
S'mores have been elevated by American foodies to include homemade crackers, marshmallows and designer chocolates.
Little indoor s'mores kits have been invented which allow you to amass and cook the snack at your table and I even visited a Hershey's S'mores Suite at BlogHer two years ago where I was the grateful winner of a set of very long, retractable S'mores-making forks for use in a campfire.
Finally, S'mores are called S'mores because one always wants some more.
in front of me and behind me
The cold has settled in. I don't think it will be warm again this year and I'm glad for it.
We have made our Thanksgiving plan.
K will cook (and I may help) a Thanksgiving dinner the day before, I will spend the night in the city, I will march in the parade, the boys will go into town to see me, we will take the train home and have Thanksgiving On A Roll or Turkey Warm-Ups or some-such.
We have invited family members to join us for any or all of it so, we'll see.
A co-worker pointed out to me that we were very lucky last year weather-wise. It was about 40 degrees when we arrived at our post and about 55 by the time we marched. It wasn't especially sunny or windy or cold or wet. I can only hope this year goes as well as wet and cold would likely be miserable.
I'm post paralyzed. I've started and stopped posts half a dozen times.
I could tell you about the contest at Middle's office.
I could write about the tiles in our bathroom (leaking again!).
I could talk about the auction (a success I think).
But the stories aren't coming easily.
Somehow, whilst removing my coat and bag on Friday, I dislodged the foam piece on my beloved headphones and now I am musically crippled waiting for a replacement. It disappeared into another galaxy, though I'm certain the moment the replacement arrives I'll find it.
We are invited to a brunch in town to celebrate MFAOA's milestone birthday.
I am in the midst of arranging the annual holiday party.
You see? This is a lot of information and yet none of it adds up to anything interesting.
Well, there's this: in one of the dozens of emails I receive daily, I noted that someone was offering laundry products. I was intrigued. I corresponded. Products were sent!
I'll fill you in as soon as I try them, but I'll tell you right now, the scents intrigue me!
We have made our Thanksgiving plan.
K will cook (and I may help) a Thanksgiving dinner the day before, I will spend the night in the city, I will march in the parade, the boys will go into town to see me, we will take the train home and have Thanksgiving On A Roll or Turkey Warm-Ups or some-such.
We have invited family members to join us for any or all of it so, we'll see.
A co-worker pointed out to me that we were very lucky last year weather-wise. It was about 40 degrees when we arrived at our post and about 55 by the time we marched. It wasn't especially sunny or windy or cold or wet. I can only hope this year goes as well as wet and cold would likely be miserable.
I'm post paralyzed. I've started and stopped posts half a dozen times.
I could tell you about the contest at Middle's office.
I could write about the tiles in our bathroom (leaking again!).
I could talk about the auction (a success I think).
But the stories aren't coming easily.
Somehow, whilst removing my coat and bag on Friday, I dislodged the foam piece on my beloved headphones and now I am musically crippled waiting for a replacement. It disappeared into another galaxy, though I'm certain the moment the replacement arrives I'll find it.
We are invited to a brunch in town to celebrate MFAOA's milestone birthday.
I am in the midst of arranging the annual holiday party.
You see? This is a lot of information and yet none of it adds up to anything interesting.
Well, there's this: in one of the dozens of emails I receive daily, I noted that someone was offering laundry products. I was intrigued. I corresponded. Products were sent!
I'll fill you in as soon as I try them, but I'll tell you right now, the scents intrigue me!
No one wants to see moldy meat!
Let's look at George, instead, shall we?
No lie, George looks, just a little teeny bit, like K, in this photo.
Of course it could be that K has been away for nearly two weeks - though we have had a video chat each evening.
The tub is unclogged. It was so anticlimatic I cannot even tell you. A small pipe, a small clog I guess, and the plumber was the happiest guy I've encountered in a long time. Don't you just love that? A person who is fulfilled? He was delightful.
I've got a very busy day tomorrow, I'm taking Monday as a vacation day, the house is a SHAMBLES and I am counting the hours until my boyfriend comes home.
That's my weekend.
First, I have to get through my Friday.
Let's look at George, instead, shall we?
No lie, George looks, just a little teeny bit, like K, in this photo.
Of course it could be that K has been away for nearly two weeks - though we have had a video chat each evening.
The tub is unclogged. It was so anticlimatic I cannot even tell you. A small pipe, a small clog I guess, and the plumber was the happiest guy I've encountered in a long time. Don't you just love that? A person who is fulfilled? He was delightful.
I've got a very busy day tomorrow, I'm taking Monday as a vacation day, the house is a SHAMBLES and I am counting the hours until my boyfriend comes home.
That's my weekend.
First, I have to get through my Friday.
the things we do
I missed Survivor last night.
My mom wasn't feeling well - though she made us dinner. As per her instructions, I went and retrieved the meal, brought it home, heated it up (stuffed peppers!) and fed those present.
But then, I checked up on Oldest (moving man, helping my brother L), took care of some phone calls, took off my leggings, and sat down with the computer.
In rushed Youngest, complete with gloves and a respiratory mask. The pancetta K was hanging to cure in the wine room in the basement was covered with long-haired mold. The smell, he reported, was beyond awful. One photo-laden email later, we had permission from K to dispose of the meat. And, though he was retching, Youngest did the deed for me. I owe him a favor. A disgusting favor.
Anyway, I missed Survivor but I think I saw that there was a merge and Ozzy's plan succeeded. Perhaps you can let me know if that's right?
I can barely keep track of everyone. Middle is going away to see a friend at a far flung university. Oldest has been working nights. Youngest appears now and then.
Everyone but me will be out of town on Saturday and I'll work alone at K's sister's charity auction. K hasn't traveled in so long that it feels odd for me to do things on my own.
The downstairs bathtub is clogged, I need the plumber. The upstairs shower is leaking, I guess we have to rip up the floor.
It's Thursday and I'm just about ready for K to come home.
My mom wasn't feeling well - though she made us dinner. As per her instructions, I went and retrieved the meal, brought it home, heated it up (stuffed peppers!) and fed those present.
But then, I checked up on Oldest (moving man, helping my brother L), took care of some phone calls, took off my leggings, and sat down with the computer.
In rushed Youngest, complete with gloves and a respiratory mask. The pancetta K was hanging to cure in the wine room in the basement was covered with long-haired mold. The smell, he reported, was beyond awful. One photo-laden email later, we had permission from K to dispose of the meat. And, though he was retching, Youngest did the deed for me. I owe him a favor. A disgusting favor.
Anyway, I missed Survivor but I think I saw that there was a merge and Ozzy's plan succeeded. Perhaps you can let me know if that's right?
I can barely keep track of everyone. Middle is going away to see a friend at a far flung university. Oldest has been working nights. Youngest appears now and then.
Everyone but me will be out of town on Saturday and I'll work alone at K's sister's charity auction. K hasn't traveled in so long that it feels odd for me to do things on my own.
The downstairs bathtub is clogged, I need the plumber. The upstairs shower is leaking, I guess we have to rip up the floor.
It's Thursday and I'm just about ready for K to come home.
speaking of Christmas themes
I got a sale notice from Fab.com and thought I'd share. You know, in case you want a holiday theme too.
I don't think I knew mistletoe was a parasite. Regardless, we can stick it on the ceiling now without worrying that the cat will eat it. (Which I don't have to worry about anyway as I have no cat.)
I love garlands like these. They're expensive and I am not sure what to do with them but I love them.
Except, maybe for this one
Does this look a little sperm-y? Sperm-like. (Oh, the google searches I'm expecting)
Really?
Does gold-plated mistletoe seem excessive?
It's a gold-plated parasite!
That's a carbon atom tree topper. But you knew that, didn't you?
Shop fast, the sperm-y garland is nearly sold out.
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