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I know you were all really worrying about me, so I wanted to reassure you that I found a style 2 style I like. It has the ridiculous name "Punquin elegant" but there you go.
Who gets to name this shit? Who names lipsticks and shoes and so forth? Because yo, I could do a better job, and it does matter - I balk at buying a shoe I like if it's named "Tiffani" for example.
Casper has a little cold. We pried huge dried boogers out of her nose first thing this morning. She's a little mood-swing creature lately, and I hope it's the cold and not a developmental phase, though I suspect some of it is the latter. Last night we could not get her to go to bed until 8, and we read her every single board book we own between 6 and 8 pm. Luckily mr. flea got home at 7:15 because I needed relief!
Why yes, it is the day before a major holiday my academic job, hence my rambling on. Nobody is here, and I have not done much serious work since yesterday at noon. Happily today I go home at noon too, and then 4.5 day weekend, woo hoo! Unfortunately, part of said weekend may well be spent installing a moisture barrier in my crawl space. Have yet to broach this to mr. flea; though he knows it needs to be done and we have discussed it, he is one of those "project? I start a project when my wife makes me" sort of guys, unless computers are involved.
Who gets to name this shit? Who names lipsticks and shoes and so forth? Because yo, I could do a better job, and it does matter - I balk at buying a shoe I like if it's named "Tiffani" for example.
Casper has a little cold. We pried huge dried boogers out of her nose first thing this morning. She's a little mood-swing creature lately, and I hope it's the cold and not a developmental phase, though I suspect some of it is the latter. Last night we could not get her to go to bed until 8, and we read her every single board book we own between 6 and 8 pm. Luckily mr. flea got home at 7:15 because I needed relief!
Why yes, it is the day before a major holiday my academic job, hence my rambling on. Nobody is here, and I have not done much serious work since yesterday at noon. Happily today I go home at noon too, and then 4.5 day weekend, woo hoo! Unfortunately, part of said weekend may well be spent installing a moisture barrier in my crawl space. Have yet to broach this to mr. flea; though he knows it needs to be done and we have discussed it, he is one of those "project? I start a project when my wife makes me" sort of guys, unless computers are involved.
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Til then it's the Bulb Syringe Nose Sucker of Death.