Why is it that every few days Google or Blogger or whatever this is anymore decides to FUCK UP and not post my posts so that they can be seen???? Can I please just get a name so I can hit somebody? This is very unpleasant.
Dear Vendor. Our terms with you are "Pay on Credit Card". Why then, are you sending me a statement that says our invoices are over 120 days old??
Praytell, Why is the truck driving in the "passing lane" that can't seem to manage to get itself out of first gear? At rush-hour?
Guilty pleasures - the Pedicure! Oh my goodness feet feel better when they are nicely pedicured with pink toenails. Fake Florida Lawn Flamingo Pink. I noticed that the other ladies who were also having this service were also about my age. Perhaps this is an acquired joy? I do know that I never really thought about it much as a teen/tween. Feels so good to lay back in the chair and let someone else mess with all the nasty little cuticle bits. Worth every penny.
I think I shall go in search of some chocolate ice cream tonight. A small container should last a few weeks, and hopefully it will be enough to satisfy this chocoholism I'm developing. Damn the change.
Emptied a bucket of bleach-water onto the patio this morning. Did not realize until I got in to work and at my desk that it had splashed on my nice grey pants. I suppose that if I embroider flowers on them I can cover up the nasty splotches. *sigh*