Nothing like one of those for scouring all the allergens out of my life!
Cleveland Amory once said that only men could be curmudgeons. Fine. I've set out to be a curmudgeonette. I'm middle-aged, single, owned by a stubborn dog and so white bread all my clothes should say "Wonder." If it weren't for a few little quirks, I would be absolutely indistinguishable from other Midwestern females.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Saturday, July 26, 2014
My nose is trying to kill me, my nieces are here and my dad is giving me advice
Ah, yes, another horrible allergy attack. AND payroll taxes. yay.
But my brother brought the girls in to stay for a week at my parents' house before going to the lake and we had a nice lunch in Cleveland.
I've had an ungodly amount of antihistamines, but my dad told me to lay off. Hah. This from the man who pops ibuprofen like candy.
Hey, did you know wombats poop cubes?
But my brother brought the girls in to stay for a week at my parents' house before going to the lake and we had a nice lunch in Cleveland.
I've had an ungodly amount of antihistamines, but my dad told me to lay off. Hah. This from the man who pops ibuprofen like candy.
Hey, did you know wombats poop cubes?
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Multiculturism at its best
...was what middle liddle brother said when I told him that I, an American female of mostly British descent and a German last name, was celebrating a French holiday with a day off and a Greek sandwich. :-)
Yesterday was my birthday, but since I'm *gasp* aging, I've decided to celebrate Bastille Day instead. I did my nails up all fancy, and I got lots of neat presents from The Jay and The Sherri, and Mom and I went shopping. I found five big grapefruit-scented candles for $1 each, plus birthday presents for my nieces, plus four new tops for me. Then we went and had lunch at a local chain, and I had a wonderful gyro, followed by coming home to take a nap, and then getting up to feed the dog, eat dinner and make two loaves of dill bread to take to work. Then I returned middle liddle brother's phone call and then called Mom and Dad picked up to say HappyBirthday Bastille Day. Plus, Mira Grant's newest Rising short story was released, so I downloaded that.
Good food, presents, books, family and friends--what a perfect day!
Oh, and the dog didn't leave me any dead mice as presents, either. ;-)
Yesterday was my birthday, but since I'm *gasp* aging, I've decided to celebrate Bastille Day instead. I did my nails up all fancy, and I got lots of neat presents from The Jay and The Sherri, and Mom and I went shopping. I found five big grapefruit-scented candles for $1 each, plus birthday presents for my nieces, plus four new tops for me. Then we went and had lunch at a local chain, and I had a wonderful gyro, followed by coming home to take a nap, and then getting up to feed the dog, eat dinner and make two loaves of dill bread to take to work. Then I returned middle liddle brother's phone call and then called Mom and Dad picked up to say Happy
Good food, presents, books, family and friends--what a perfect day!
Oh, and the dog didn't leave me any dead mice as presents, either. ;-)
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