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I’m having an acne breakout right now. I’m not impressed. I’m even less impressed because the lot of them seem to be cystic rather than poppable, so they’re just *there* and painful and not doing a thing besides being annoying and lumpy. There is one coming up over my eyebrow that I discovered by brushing it gently, which sent a… Read more »
Sunday. The day of doing little. Which means that there were chores done ’cause adults. Well, Z is always doing all the chores because he’s a god, and I’m a cripple. It’s not like he’s got the Adonis-level energy and strength for it, he just… he just does it ’cause it needs doing at whatever cost to himself, and I… Read more »
I came, I saw, I turned 35. I had a good meal, I socialised with friends, and got slightly miffed by someone being an ass. The latter was a minor dent on an otherwise stellar day, but I had a good whine about it on the way home and feel oodles better. I think. *chuckles* But really, it was mainly… Read more »
I have somehow survived another day home with the kids. Heh, that makes the situation sound a lot worse than it was. They’re good kids who love to play with each other, but I keep having this stupid persistent throbbing headache, and it doesn’t mesh well with boisterous babes. I pulled Smallhausen over at one point and gave her hugs… Read more »
One thing that is great about ordering a curry is that we have to order two night’s worth to actually get anyone to deliver to us out here in the ‘boonies’. I ate well here on day two, probably a bit more than I should have. But that doesn’t explain why I’ve been slammed by a huge wave of dizzy…. Read more »
George Jefferson Rainbow Brite Bunny Rabbit, to be precise. What can I say, other than I named him for two shows/characters I rather liked when I was 4 or 5. Yes, I liked The Jeffersons that much, not that I could tell you anything about it now, ha ha. bat had wanted people to post nice pictures of themselves with… Read more »
When Z came home from work today, he came home with his hair freshly cut and an unexpected compliment. It seems it was the same lady who cut his hair once when I was there, and she remembered me as ‘that lady with the really long hair, some of the nicest I’ve ever seen’. My hair is like, my #1… Read more »
Okay, not like, *super* spam, but there’s obviously pictures of the kids, of candy, and of me. I blagged together something witchy to hand out candy in, because I like having fun too. I wish I’d picked up a properly sized hat when we were out shopping earlier, ’cause this one kept blowing off my head before I could open… Read more »
But really, it’s hot here. It was, apparently, the hottest September day since 1911; it was the hottest since 1949 when I went out at 4pm, so make of that what you will. *chuckles* And the Brits… one of the things I was super at home with is that the Brits are as obsessed with taking about the weather as… Read more »
One of my friends recently through the wormhole of ‘x hair don’t care’ shirts. The long and the short of it is — if you can think it up, it probably exists. If you google ‘red hair don’t care’, at least three different sites offering shirts with it slathered upon it exist. I won’t bother to link because hey, I… Read more »
