Always happy to help out. 
- Winter, your on-line fashion consultant.
Things for Ex to relate to:
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I washed my car this weekend. I bought a nifty hose attachment that spits out water, but then when you turn a little knob, it spits out soapy water. You wanna talk about jake? It was jakeriffic. I had so much fun I even washed my girlfriend’s car. They also make a car-wax one, but I didn’t have enough cash on me to get both. The funny thing is (well, to me anyway) that the label goes on about using “automatic car-wash system technology.” I didn’t realize automatic car washes were so advanced. Well, sure, they have the “Big Soggy Noodle” stuff and the “Giant Hairdriers of Doom,” but I don’t see how that relates to a soapy water dispenser.
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I bought a new wrench today. It’s your standard 6" Crescent wrench. I actually went all out and bought the Crescent Brand Crescent Wrench. Pretty cool, huh?
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I was given a Tommy Hillwhatever shirt a while back. It wore out pretty quickly.
That’s all I’ve got. Hope this helps.
I have a cape. Well, a cloak. It’s dark blue heavy satin lined in black wool. It’s very warm, and has nothing to do with tan coloured bears, except I guess they could wear cloaks if they wanted to.
I love breakfast food, but the idea of actually eating it at breakfast time makes me feel sick, so I usually have some tea and orange juice, and no real breakfast. My kitten (Aerin Clara Interceptor) is asleep next to me, which is cute, but I’m afraid it means she’ll be up all night.
It was going to be “Angharad”, and Harry for short, but we decided against it, because it doesn’t suit her. They’re both (like my username) Robin McKinley character names.
tanookie, love, you can keep your furry problems. I think I’ll stick with my little one and my slightly-larger one. She’s got enormous bobcat tufted ears! Adorable!
It was cold enough for me to wear one of my leather coats today.
Ah yes–that’s the color I was thinking of. It’s good to have friends with good color sense.
I have an midnight blue Irish wool cloak (a cloak has shoulders, a cape does not). For me, it is a perfect garment for cold weather because I don’t have to have anything heavy on underneath it–this means that when I go indoors and remove my cloak, I don’t get too warm. I used to walk to work in Juneau, Alaska with my cloak over a short sleeved shirt and medium weight pants (if it was really cold, I’d wear a light long-sleeved shirt). I like it cold.
However, as FCM suggests, cloaks/capes and driving are not the best combination. Nor is it a good idea to eat cereal–cold or hot–while driving. As a passenger, you could eat cereal, but only if you trusted the driver enough to not stop suddenly just to see you with cereal and milk all over your lap.
Winnie the Pooh has honey for breakfast, and perhaps some condensed milk. Eeyore has thistles and Tigger has castor oil, because that’s what Tigger’s like to eat!
Kallessa (cloaked, but without dagger)
Indeed. I just read that people who eat breakfast make more money. Probably because they’re able to concentrate on their work instead of moping around hungrily by 10 a.m. Something to think about.
This weekend, since I remain on “precautionary chill out in bed” restrictions, Mr. TeaElle made muffins – corn muffins with berries. Chock full o’berry goodness they were, too. And the best part, they were a delightful chamois-y, ochre-y color. A warm yellow-brown. A, dare I say, Classic Pooh sort of color. This is, of course, the most perfect color for delicious homemade corn muffins which are chock full o’berry goodness.
On Saturday, I had a dentist appointment. I wore Mr. TeaElle’s jacket because it was chilly in the Big Apple and I don’t have a jacket which will expand around my ever increasing girth. Unfortunately, it isn’t a denim jacket. I’m pretty sure that his denim jacket went to the Goodwill back when we lived in D.C. He did have one of those bitchen jean jackets back in the 80s, though – with a patch on the back, the Dancing Bears Grateful Dead logo. He wasn’t a Deadhead, but he found the jacket in a thrift shop and thought it was cool.
I married a man who thought it was cool to wear a rainbow colored chorus line of teddy bears on his back. He really should be glad to have me.
I think he should probably fetch me a muffin and a bowl of cereal.
It’s occurred to me that if I had a cape, I would’ve worn it. Capes easily cover baby-caused girth expansion. This is another excellent thing about capes.
Speaking of covering baby-caused girth expansion, did anyone else watch Law & Order Criminal Intent this weekend? Kathryn Erbe, the second fiddle detective chicky, is hugely pregnant, but they hid it pretty well with dark colors and nifty jackets. (Not denim, nor Pooh colored.) They did a much better job of the pregnancy hiding thing than Third Watch, which put Molly Price on a gurney with a ton of blankets to cover her girth. Of course, even that’s better than Crossing Jordan. They’re covering Jill Hennessey’s pregnancy by simply staying off the air until January. The cheek!
By the by, Jordan is an excellent kitten name, but Harry is a good choice, too.
I have no idea what I’m going on about.
Last night, I checked out my hall closet. Most of the outerwear in there belongs to the spousal unit. But I did find my old, well-worn green fleece jacket with the broken zipper. It was just perfect for this morning. Worn enough that it’s not too hot, intact enough to combat the chill, available and good enough that I don’t have to replace it. It should get me thru the chilly mornings until I have to break out the heavier fleece or the leather coat.
Breakfast was an egg sammich and an orange.
Ex needs to follow my hijack advice - my ego needs a boost today.
Pffft! You don’t know what you’re going on about. Ha, TeaElle. I say Ha! That’s pretty much par for the course around here. (As long as you can get it through the windmill in under three strokes, you’re Jake.)
My jean jacket it PoohBearBrown. Not DisneyYellow. I hope that straightens a few things out around here.
Question, question, I have a question! The cloak/cape thingy? OK, I can dig a cloak has shoulders. Fine, fine, fine. But the hood? I thought cloaks had a hood. Or is a cloak with a hood an option, a hooded cloak, and not something you should just assume?
My brother, Skippy, never eats breakfast foods. Actually he will eat breakfast foods, like pancakes, for dinner, but not for breakfast. Usually he has a sandwich (roast beef) for breakfast. He’s always been that way.
No, wait, he hasn’t always been that way. When we were growing up, he’d eat breakfast foods. Cereal mostly. With a bunch of sugar dumped on it. So much sugar it’d make sludge on the bottom of the bowl. I know once in a while, he’d load up the bottom of the cereal bowl with brown sugar then cover it with cereal and then dump regular sugar on top after he added the milk. He was a real connoisseur of sugar sludge.
Sometimes, when we were in an actual restaurant, he’d grab one of those sugar packets and tear off the top and hold it in his fist and take a “sugar shot”.
Me? No, I’d never do anything like that.
-Rue. (of the broken fast)
Of course cloaks can have hoods. It is not mandatory, but a hooded cloak is a wonderful thing. My cloak is not hooded, but I wear hats anyway, so it is not a problem. I’m sure that capes can have hoods, although I’m not a tailor, so I don’t know about the mechanics of a hooded cape.
When I was little, I used to tie a blanket around my shoulders to be a superhero. I don’t know if I was a specific known hero, or if I made one up, but it was an excuse to jump on and off of the couch, and that was good enough for me. Why don’t adults ever jump on and off furniture? It was fun to do when I was a kid, why wouldn’t it still be fun now? I sometimes twirl around in my office chair, so some vestige of my youthful enthusiasm still exits.
Wheeeeeeee!
Kallessa (young at heart)
I know why I don’t jump on and off furniture, altho I can’t speak for all adults. I’m a klutz. Any furniture jumping by me would result in broken lamps, broken furniture, and broken me. Plus I need to set an adult example, you know. It’s the mature thing to do.
Being mature isn’t a lot of fun.
But all the broken lamps, furniture etc. could be blamed on your imaginary friend, although you would still need an very real rich relative to pay for all the new things.
You know, I don’t know why the imaginary friends stick around–they are always being blamed for breaking things, hitting people, turning on lights, messing up homework, etc. It’s a pretty thankless job. I used to ask for an extra cookie or two for my imaginary friend, but then I’d eat it myself. Perhaps this is why my imaginary friend is still skinny and I’m, well, not skinny.
In addition to an imaginary friend, I had an imaginary dog named George. As an adult (more or less) I can’t remember what pleasure I got from an imaginary dog–it couldn’t fetch, lick my face or chase away other, meaner dogs (not imaginary), and our family had a perfectly good real dog, but nonetheless, there was George. Once, when we were shopping, Mom stopped to talk to a friend and then I told George to shut up and Mom thought I was talking to her. I wasn’t . Really, I would *never[/n] tell my mother to shut up. So I must have been talking to George. Really.
Kallessa (imagine that)
They Are Dropping Like Flies in Room 101
The school nurse called earlier, Soupo is sick. So of course I had to go get him. You can’t leave a sick kid at school. What kind of parent do you think I am? The school nurse said it’s what’s going around now. The Puke du Jour if you will.
When we went back to his room to get his jacket, his teacher said there were five kids out with this evil flux, and now there’s six.
You want to know all the symptoms of this… Thing?
Puking.
That’s it.
Fever? No.
General aches and pains? No.
Runny nose? No.
All in all, it’s not so bad. Other than the puking of course.
Wasn’t that nice of me? Hiding the symptoms for the faint of heart? Yes. Yes it was.
-Rue. (nurse and dad all in one)
Poor li’l Soupo!
Wait - how is this epidemic being spread? He hasn’t been smooching in the coat room, has he? Is this a cootie-borne disease?
Put Katcha in a hermetically sealed zip-lok bag - you don’t need two li’l pukers!
Rats! I wrote a nice long post about my favorite coats and my evil first wife who gave away my pea coats and even put in a nice compliment to FCM to make her feel better, and 'cause 'she deserves it, and one for Kallessa too, and then I had to run out to make a luncheon date, so I hit ‘submit’ and ran out…and the &^&^*%$%& hamsters ate it!
And it was funny too.
Well, I thought it was funny.
Apparently the hamsters hate lovable old curmudgeons.
What?
More rats! The hamsters also concealed your sicko soupo post from me so that I would look like a heartless old cad in my post.
Give Soup a hug from me. (Wipe his mouth off first.)
Aww, Bumb, I just know you must have said the sweetest things, because that’s just the way you are. Even Miss Moose said so.
Yeah, she does talk to me. Her voice is eerily similar to Carol Channing. I hope she doesn’t frighten the Dopers Down Under!
Anyway, I appreciate the thought. You’re a class act for a curmudgeon!
Rue I hope Soupo’s getting over the puking scourge now. I also hope that Katcha doesn’t Katcha it! HAH! I slay me!
Course right now we’re all holding our breath, waiting on the tanookie newcomer. This is exciting!
I had Mexican food last night. Really good chile rellenos. Really good margaritas too. I had three margaritas. I had two chile rellenos and a guacomole salad too. It was Wednesday night out with some friends. All was good.
-swampbear (not pukey)
I spent last night trying to keep a loud kitten from walking back and forth on me, and chewing on my neck, watch, shoulder, nose…
I hope Soupo’s okay. And that he doesn’t start meowing a lot.
-Lissla (grumpy and sleep deprived)
Good news! The fever is gone! (Not Disco Fever, since we all know that’s alive and well.) Soupo’s pretty much all better now. The pukes are over and he doesn’t have a fever. I did keep him home from school today so he can get extra-well before I send him back to Academia. (That would be “school” and not “a nut from Hawaii”.)
I’m sorry to hear about your complete lack of closets Lissla. I mean, it’s just a kitten. It’s not like she could open a door now is it?
-Rue. (pet advice guy)
Speaking of Academia nuts (the kind from Hawaii, not like nutty professors, though they would be Academia nuts I guess) did I tell y’all my friends who went to Hawaii brought me back six boxes of chocolate covered Academia nuts? They (the nuts) all disappeared though. Don’t know where they got to. urp