Over the last several years, when I have tried to buy sweatpants for exercise or loafing or both, I have found that they don’t actually make sweatpants for women anymore. The designs have changed, towards thinner fabrics, and no pockets. You can have yoga pants (in a variety of lengths) or shorts, and NEVER pockets. Apparently it was decided, though I didn’t get the memo, that pockets on exercise pants look dorky.
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9 December 2008 – 11:23 am
One night last week, after Cory had gone to bed, we suddenly heard this terrible, loud, squeaky/chirpy noise in the kitchen. It turned out to be coming from under the dishwasher, but we couldn’t see what it was because the dishwasher door was open and it was dark under there. We didn’t want to get close to it, of course, so I went and got a flashlight so that I could have a look. What I saw was a little brown face with beady eyes, sticking out of the gap in the baseboard between the wall and the bottom of the dishwasher. A mouse, I thought, but on reflection, more likely a young rat. It was smaller than most rats I had seen, but kind of big to be a mouse. After a few seconds it withdrew into the hole and was quiet. I figured it was a rat that got kind of stuck in the narrow passage along the dishwasher and got scared when it saw a cat in the kitchen. (For the record, the cats ran, which is great since we are not crazy about those emergency vet visits.)
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11 November 2008 – 1:13 pm
Thud and I went to one of those roadside gem mines recently – it’s something we’ve had fun doing in the past, but had never been to this particular one just outside of Boone before.
So we did our thing and found some rocks, and several of them had clearly and obviously already been cut down to make gems, and then the leftovers re-seeded into the buckets. Ok, look. I know gem places seed the buckets to be sure that every one contains at least a couple of things worth cutting, so that they can make more money selling lapidary work. But WTFLOL? Can’t you at least let me pretend that the stuff in my bucket hasn’t been picked through? Come on!
We won’t be visiting that one again – maybe we’ll have better luck elsewhere.
11 September 2008 – 7:35 am
I’ve been kind of remiss lately.
Cory started talking a few weeks ago, that is, using a few words in context on his own. Reading Mercedes Lackey novels aloud is at least a couple of years off. (Although he would if he could, for the annoyance value.)
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10 September 2008 – 12:18 pm
I feel the need to share this: Old Creepy ads.
Be sure to read the Lysol one.