For my flist

For those on my flist who've not met me in person, here's a little something to help you understand me a little better.

Today, after I got home from looking after jauntie's kitties, I cleaned the bathroom and replaced the toilet seat.  When I did this I was dressed (and still am for that matter) as follows:

Purple Tevas
Black yoga pants
Embroidered burgundy pocket skirt fro Silk Road Tribal
Jim Boz "Got Hips?" black tank-top
"Poor Yorick" wristband
Oh, and for a brief time (after I got home but before cleaning the bathroom) I also had a thumbdrive on a lanyard around my neck.  ::shakes head::

I can't help it.  It just struck me as absurdly and totally "me", and I had to share.  ;)

Number Three

Well, we've had our third artistic loss.

RIP Jane Wyman

Thanks for the notice, sunkrux.  At least now we don't have to keep wondering "Who's next?".

When the universe is telling you something

Like "you've had enough wine tonight". It didn't tell me by a headache or tipsyness. It told my by drowning six tiny fruit gnats in my glass.  On the down side, ugh.  On the up side, six more dead fruit gnats.