Ack. It just occurred to me that I’m listening to opera. I hate opera.
I lived with an opera singer once- no, no, I hated it before I shared an apartment with her.
Sigh. I should be in bed right now asleep since it’s after two a.m. and I’m driving to Louisville in a few hours.
I have to go up with a couple of my brothers to figure out what to do with a warehouse unit full of estate stuff. Anyone want a freezer big enough to stuff a body into?
Of course you’ll have to supply your own body. Or someone else’s if you prefer to keep your own.
At least afterwards we get to go to a nice restaurant and eat marinated fish bits. Of course they call it ceviche. Tasty anyways.
I could probably get marinated as well. Better not though as I’m driving.
There’s some big-ass fly buzzing around my house and it won’t leave me alone. Would I be paranoid if I thought a fly was out to get me? Ass notwithstanding that is.
Oh, well, bed beckons.
Rats.
Meant to add that I’m a daughter and once an auntie. I’m also a cousin. Curiously enough, to my Mother and siblings.
But there’s no need to go into that. 
Just saw the August Playboy.
Featuring the “Women of Enron.”
That sound you hear.
Is not a giant sucking sound.
Of jobs leaving Texas.
Because of Enron’s collapse.
It is the sound.
Of my subscription.
Lapsing forever.
Adieu, Hugh.
Happy
Woohoo! Hiccups gone at last. It really was very sweet of you to try cure them. I’m not convinced that your cures would have worked though. Not when they stayed after seeing the beetle in my bath.
I didn’t kill it though, which was nice of me I thought. I just leapt calmly out of the bath and bravely scooped it up with one of the kids bath toys to throw it outside. I didn’t speak to it as Lissla Lissar does. Maybe if I had it would have left of its own accord?
That how I do it - holding my breath, I mean… to get rid of hiccups, I mean. [sub]sheesh, this place is full of pervs…[/sub] I’ve found that if I can hold my breath for 30 seconds, I’m hic-free. Been doing it since I was a teen. Scaring me just makes me angry, and you don’t want me angry. When FairyChatMom’s happy, everybody’s happy! Or not. I’m not in charge of your moods, nor is anyone else, although seeing Rue’s posts usually makes me happier. [sub]I am secretly stalking him, but don’t tell my husband or Rue’s wife - it could make things unpleasant all around…[/sub]
I need some new shoes - my old sneaks are wore so badly, they no longer support my delicate tootsies. I need to replace them. Or hire a foot-rubber. Or both. mmmmmmmmmmmm - foot rubs…
Dupioni is still a real word. So are linsey-woolsey, fustian, diaper, and dimity. And… (grabbing Tudor Costume And Fashion by Herbert Norris) jenet, lockram, brocatel, dowlas, frisadoe…
Dupioni is still a real word. So are linsey-woolsey, fustian, diaper, and dimity. And… (grabbing Tudor Costume And Fashion by Herbert Norris) jenet, lockram, brocatel, dowlas, frisadoe…
Oh, and “migraine” was once a colour: scarlet.
Bother. I only pushed the button once!
But is it “MY-graine” or “MEE-graine”? For scarlet.
-Rue. (no, really, I’m curious)
I’m not sure. The book doesn’t say.
The thing I like about spiders is, they eat mosquitos. Mosquitos are infinitely more likely to cause harm (or irritation) than spiders. Besides, some spiders are furry. Almost like dogs. Or bats. Bats eat mosquitos, too. You could pet dogs, but can you pet spiders? I woudn’t want to pet a bat. Do you think bats eat spiders? Someone could make a movie about something like that. I can see it now - Batzilla meets Spiderra. It could be a summer blockbuster. It’d scare the hiccups outta ya, I tell you.
Hi born. Welcome to the Boards and all that. I’m glad you picked my thread to start out in. Having Newbies show up in my threads makes me happy.
And just so’s you know, you are now Fenris’ grandson. He’s my dad here on the Boards. Scylla is his dad. Maybe someday you’ll be a dad too. You never know.
Puddin’ is her own mom, but we don’t like to talk about that.