I do not have time to figure out how to insert pop-out links with the new formatting. This cracked him up. And then it cracked me up. I offer it for your amusement. http://healthland.time.com/2011/04/25/he-wants-sex-she-doesnt-are-beads-the-answer/?iid=obnetwork
Beloved is in no danger of getting turtled.
The Yarn Harlot’s essay on being a writer and a mother. I give her a hearty amen, even if I am not currently writing for publication. Beloved experiences this, as well, because he is retired. I think he will like this link, as he is so supportive of me and my need to create. http://fromutopia.com/?p=5359
Not liking the new formatting. Seriously not liking the new formatting.
So, tithing check is written, we are about $500 less in debt (or will be once Beloved makes a phone call because I just wrote the last check from our joint account), and he is making me an omelette. There is nothing on the schedule for tonight. My girlfriends are taking me to lunch today for my birthday. And I will be using one of the gas cards for the next two weeks, much against my preferences, and paying it off again next payday. Beloved is less comfortable with my having my checkbook on fumes than I am. But we have buried a small cash cushion in the joint account and will increase it each payday until we have a big fat overstuffed cash ottoman tucked in there against emergencies. We are making steps in the right direction. In six months I will be significantly happier with our balance statement. By this time next year we should be pretty close to our goals.
Did I mention that we ordered John Wayne checks for our joint account?
I found teeny-tiny clippie barrettes at the grocery store last night. They are maybe 1cm long. I bought a card for the dolls, along with a white enameled pair of barrettes for me. My hair is just long enough for a Charlie Brown ponytail at the nape of my neck, not that I would wear it that way. My bangs are not quite grown out, but they are getting there.
And on that note, I will bid you a gracious good morning and head out to the kitchen. Happy Friday, everybody!
- Four years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!