Some time ago, Charles' handyman father gave us this large flat wooden storage contraption that he had built himself. Exactly the kind of thing I would build myself if I had any idea how to do it. It's on wheels and it fits just under the queen-sized bed in our bedroom. He had suggested that we use it to store extra clothes, shoes, that sort of ( Read more... )

Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.

( Things I want right now. )

The other day at work, as I was bundled on the floor taking an exceptionally unruly pile of Bibles off of discount, our resident Office Rat jumped out of the magazine section and lunged over a man’s foot as though it had some place extremely important to be and was pushing late. The man stared down at his recently scurried-over foot, glanced at me ( Read more... )

I've done my good deed for the day: I found a pair of fancy Dolce and Gabbana sunglasses at the bus stop this morning, and turned them into the CATS lost and found. A friend asked me why the hell I didn't keep them. What the HELL am I going to do with a pair of D&G sunglasses? Look like a fucking moron? Almost every piece of clothing I own is ( Read more... )