I'm a lower class kinda gal. I admit it. I grew up in a house where ramen and minute steaks were staples. Even these days, when we no longer have to rely on such things, a celebratory night out for us might normally include Outback Steakhouse or On the Border, where we wince a little when the bill hits $100. So I'm not really cut out for the ( Read more... )

Someday, I will have a real kitchen with actual counter space. On that day, there is a very real and frightening possibility that I will feel the urge to buy a Dough-Nu-Matic. I certainly don't need one, but I need one.

Look! Jinx made a t-shirt for me!

By all that's holy, I hate Speech class. Hatehate. Passionate hating thing. Hate. It is designed to make me feel stupid, I'm sure. Also, my teacher reminds me vaguely of my mother-in-law. That explains some of my unease.

I'm not at all liking the teachers who think it's best if we all
get to know each other! It's ( Read more... )

I need this shirt. Thank you for your time.

My husband bought me Godiva Pumpkin Truffles. ::chocogasm::

Oh yeah! I have new boots! My Bear is so good to me. ::silly grin::

I need this shirt! Need, damn it!

Edit: Boober Fraggle!

Almost forgot! Bear ordered a Utilikilt! Hee!

I want a wrist PDA just on general principle. It'd make me all giggle-geekish.

Christmas come and gone. I'm beating off the post-holiday let downs. Doesn't help that The Boy seems intent on my early admission into a mental institution. My father-in-law sent me a big fat gift certificate to Amazon, though. That shopping spree made me feel immensely better, greedy glut that I am.

My husband has a Live Journal now. He's the bookkeeper ( Read more... )