With Election Day and baseball season both over with, there's absolutely nothing interesting that ever happens on a Tuesday. So, to the relief of some, I ain't got much to say today, aside from the fact that I did a kick ass job of grouting my bathtub last night, as evidenced by the photo below. Tonight, I caulk!
[Rant] I think that Blogger really needs to find an easier way to post photos. This BloggerBot shit is for the birds, or at least for people significantly smarter than me. [/rant]
Meanwhile, K claims that she could still smell mold. I still can't. So we threw the shower curtain liner in the washer...we'll see if that helps.
Incidentally, we're having a bit of a tiff right now. K got roped into this stupid Southern Living At Home racket through some girls she used to work with, and she's hosting a party tomorrow night, which leaves me to my own devices for a few hours. Not that that bothers me, since I have countless ways of amusing myself in the big city.
What bugs me is that 1) she goes on and on about how she's broke, and then tomorrow night she'll drop $200 on faux-Southern stuff that's actually made in China that we really have no room for (on top of all the money she'll drop on finger foods, most of which will end up being eaten by yours truly) and 2) I always associate these home parties with suburban people, which we decidedly are not, thank goodness.
So to offset this, I'm going to have a Porn and Chicken party later in the season.
[Rant] I think that Blogger really needs to find an easier way to post photos. This BloggerBot shit is for the birds, or at least for people significantly smarter than me. [/rant]
Meanwhile, K claims that she could still smell mold. I still can't. So we threw the shower curtain liner in the washer...we'll see if that helps.
Incidentally, we're having a bit of a tiff right now. K got roped into this stupid Southern Living At Home racket through some girls she used to work with, and she's hosting a party tomorrow night, which leaves me to my own devices for a few hours. Not that that bothers me, since I have countless ways of amusing myself in the big city.
What bugs me is that 1) she goes on and on about how she's broke, and then tomorrow night she'll drop $200 on faux-Southern stuff that's actually made in China that we really have no room for (on top of all the money she'll drop on finger foods, most of which will end up being eaten by yours truly) and 2) I always associate these home parties with suburban people, which we decidedly are not, thank goodness.
So to offset this, I'm going to have a Porn and Chicken party later in the season.
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