We are in the planning stages for a new kitchen. In a couple of months we will be adding to the construction noise in the building. Two neighbours are in the midst of gutting apartments. I think I hear drills and hammers in my sleep. Come September we will pay them all back.
Brd, sorry 'bout the crappy Monday. Our Tuesday is grey, damp and chilly. Oh, and my headgear is in permanent Rally Cap position! Other than that, we are having a fine morning.
Girly, He Ate your Hummus, You Ate his Cake should be a play title. Brilliant.
'Try not to have a good time...this is supposed to be educational.' - Lucy Van Pelt
Have fun, Hep. We'll be in your shoes next summer -- our kitchen is long overdue for a total renovation. But we are getting our new dishwasher installed today. Thank God! (And that'll be one less thing to worry about next year!)
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
I love the Lowe's commercial, where the woman just shakes out a "rug" and the whole yard is filled with manicured lawn, oodles and oodles of pretty flowers and some yard art. How cool would that be? Shake it out and voila! Beautiful yard!
What I was hoping against hope wouldn't happen, is. Found out I'm going to be invited to another wedding. So, I'll have a wedding somewhere down the Jersey shore on a Saturday, and a wedding way out on Long Island on that Sunday. That puts the count at 3 bridal showers, 3 weddings, two overnight's for two of the weddings, 3 high school graduations, and about six or seven birthdays for me this summer. Glad I sold some old, unneeded jewelry. At this rate, I might have to scrounge up some more to sell!!
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2."unleash the girly"
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.
'Morning! A meeting or two here this morning, then we're going out to lunch for my birthday. A special person sent me a big box of Baked by Melissa mini cupcakes so we're having those for dessert. Well, the ones that survived the weekend. A girl's gotta eat, ya know...
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)
I came in several times yesterday and there seemed to be no one around, so I left.
On the flip side, My SISTER was on the site yesterday, checking out the new fall musicals and she noticed my screen name as the last post in this thread. She asked me why I was posting about wanting to smoke. Worlds colliding...
I was supposed to meet with a friend after my meetings yesterday so I stuck around the city, but she ended up buried at work. I managed to wander without purpose from 26th and broadway to 54th & 9th and then back to port authority (with a stop at the Shubert where I seriously considered a last minute ticket to Memphis). I guess that makes up for not going to the gym, right?
BroadwayBoobs: I'll give all of you who weren't there a hint of who took the pictures ...it rhymes with shameless
Tink, good thing you didn't buy a ticket. I'm pretty sure he's out this week. I vaguely remember seeing a tweet from Broadway Understudies a couple weeks ago.
I hung out with Cheyenne Jackson in his dressing room waayyyyyy before he tickled D2."unleash the girly"
Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch.