Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Morning Minutia IV

My legs need shaving. I just pulled one my long stray hairs off my shin. It was stuck there velcro fashion.

There is still hidden Easter candy in the video cabinet. At least the hidden tootsie rolls were soft and fresh. When my toddler finds them he won't bust his teeth.

Do I buy another vacuum to clean my current vacuum? It's dusty.

I wrote a diatribe on the nature of faith and God, a bit after 8:00 am this morning, for my long time friends to read. If there wasn't a reason for them to think I was a fruit before, I've damned myself now...

I love my husband.

I don't have to plant bedding flowers in my beds this spring if the dandelions are thriving so brightly, right?

I almost love the ruffler foot for my sewing machine as much as my husband. I refuse to get frisky with household appliances though, no matter how enticing they are.

Am I the only one that thinks it's funny that I get spam email from dishonest people addressed to "dear honest person"?

I know this is funny. I had two black molly aquarium fishies which were named "The Olsen Twins". One of them stopped eating and died. The other one died shortly after after losing it's identity.


  1. nice work Nostradamus...I bet that is exactly how those twins will go.

  2. Yeah, but my fishies named Oprah, Dr. Phil, and Jon Stewart all died before The Olsen Twins came into being.

    I'm hoping I haven't started a plague.

  3. It sounds like you may need to adjust your "About Me" section again on the fish count. Or quickly get more fish.

    I still have some of last year's Easter candy around. It is more because I have almost given up on eating candy than that I bought too much last year. So you want any really old stuff?

    I enjoy your minutia. It makes interesting reading and serves as kind of a doorway into how your mind works. Fascinating. Justin is a lucky dude. And I like your new profile photo almost as well as the French maid costume one.

  4. What, we don't count as long-time friends? I'd love to hear your diatribe.


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