Like there's ever a single topic around here....
Last night I dreamt that I was cast in the role of Sandy in Grease. Me--fortysomething, fat, brunette me. No, I didn't watch that "You're The One That I Want" reality show thingy, nor have I seen
Fragrant Fridays will no longer be a feature of this blog. For those of you still interested in reading my completely subjective rants on perfume, head on over to A Minx By Any Other Name... and set your bookmarks and Bloglines accordingly.
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We've definitely got winter going on here in Baltimore, finally. The temperatures have been in the 30s and 40s during the day, and it even snowed a bit on Sunday. About damn time, I say! Maybe I'll even get to wear the Starburst sweater I knit las
...a shame I wasn't wearing any today.
#@()#*@)*! the MTA! The 10-plus-year-old rattletrap bus broke down between Calvert and St. Paul Streets this morning. Just died.
I know I've just come off a long Christmas break, but I do so love the long weekend I get with MLK Jr.'s birthday! Ahhh...we slept until nearly 10 this morning, when we were awakened by a call from Neal's mom.
At least it wasn't a telemarketer.
Not really. It's hard to be off work for so long, sleeping late every morning, and then have to get back to the grind. I'm not a morning person, and don't particularly appreciate having to get up at 6:00 A.M., but if I intend to catch the 7:10 bus,
I've managed to get rid of much of the knitting I did in 2006, by either giving it away or selling it. A good thing, since I did a lot of knitting last year! A quick count reveals:
27 Scarves
6 Hats
6 Shawls
5 Purses
3 Sweaters
3 Mittens/ha
It happens every holiday season: you've been gifted with a lovely pair of candlesticks/photo frame/silk scarf/cheese board from your Aunt Joan. But you already have thirteen pairs/refuse to be photographed/are allergic to silk/are lactose intolerant