is it time to panic yet?
So. Countdown until the wedding. And in the midst of me trying to clean up the house, guess what?
Flooding. Yes, that's right, folks. Fucking ass flooding. Basement. Sewer. Smells like ass. Literally. I hate my life.
Good news is that I got a guy in and he only charged me $175 and he did not have to excavate the lawn. Yay! Still smells like ass. I have candles burning by the computer and all the windows open but still. Arrrggghhh! The stink!
The carpet is so going. Oh yes. Out. I am putting down vinyl flooring, thank you very much.
In other news, the wedding progresses apace. I have procured contacts (am wearing them now, in fact), the bachelorette party is planned, I've gotten a hair cut and I'm practicing curling it, and I've been pampering my tootsies. Granted, I haven't lost an ounce, but really folks, can you begrudge me the occasional Krispy Kreme? I think not.
Speaking of which, saw Hellboy tonight. Took the boy and he rather liked it. I rather liked it as well. Thought it was snarky and one hell of a ride. But hell, what do I know? While I was there, I ate nachos and popcorn (in lieu of dinner) but did not partake of candy. Because even I have limits.
Su -- I've been working on a sweater and it got soaked in the basement bilge. Part of it is a total loss, but one complete section could be washed. However, if I do, will it shrink? Should I wait? Will the stink be there forever if I DON'T wash it? It's made of Lion Brand homespun...any ideas?
Wildy -- Lurve the necklace. I'm taking it with me on the cruise to go with my greeny dress. I'll eat cake for you on the big day.
Spica -- Sorry about the no comment on your writing, and in general my opting-outyness lately. As the refrain goes, after the wedding...after the wedding...
So. Mom comes in tomorrow. I have much laundry and destinking to do. Will do my best. See those of you who can come on Friday/Sunday. The rest of you will be in my thoughts.
Flooding. Yes, that's right, folks. Fucking ass flooding. Basement. Sewer. Smells like ass. Literally. I hate my life.
Good news is that I got a guy in and he only charged me $175 and he did not have to excavate the lawn. Yay! Still smells like ass. I have candles burning by the computer and all the windows open but still. Arrrggghhh! The stink!
The carpet is so going. Oh yes. Out. I am putting down vinyl flooring, thank you very much.
In other news, the wedding progresses apace. I have procured contacts (am wearing them now, in fact), the bachelorette party is planned, I've gotten a hair cut and I'm practicing curling it, and I've been pampering my tootsies. Granted, I haven't lost an ounce, but really folks, can you begrudge me the occasional Krispy Kreme? I think not.
Speaking of which, saw Hellboy tonight. Took the boy and he rather liked it. I rather liked it as well. Thought it was snarky and one hell of a ride. But hell, what do I know? While I was there, I ate nachos and popcorn (in lieu of dinner) but did not partake of candy. Because even I have limits.
Su -- I've been working on a sweater and it got soaked in the basement bilge. Part of it is a total loss, but one complete section could be washed. However, if I do, will it shrink? Should I wait? Will the stink be there forever if I DON'T wash it? It's made of Lion Brand homespun...any ideas?
Wildy -- Lurve the necklace. I'm taking it with me on the cruise to go with my greeny dress. I'll eat cake for you on the big day.
Spica -- Sorry about the no comment on your writing, and in general my opting-outyness lately. As the refrain goes, after the wedding...after the wedding...
So. Mom comes in tomorrow. I have much laundry and destinking to do. Will do my best. See those of you who can come on Friday/Sunday. The rest of you will be in my thoughts.