Oh my god Wabbit! Move out! What am I saying -- I live with a roof-full of bats and a basement full of mice. But still, EEEEEK!!!!
Schatzi, I am the most DISorganized human being ever. The only reason I can appear organized is through the magic of computers. See, I never throw anything away pretty much and that is not very helpful in the house, because just because I have it doesn't mean I can put my hands on it. However, on the computer, nothing really gets lost because of handy dandy search. So I can go and look at email messages from last December and drag out all those addresses. Voila! Organization!
I cannot believe you printed that SG url, Lush. Do you know they started up again and I had to approve a bunch of new messages a couple of weeks ago? Oy, I suppose I'd better go look again.
I used to play Spider, but I always played medium level so I won most of the time
How long does it take for fruit flies to go away once you find the thing they were feeding on?
We went to parent/teacher conferences this evening. Everything is a-ok, but the funny thing was that almost every teacher referred to DD and her bf in the same breath. Now granted that they are the #1 and #2 student in their class and take apparently almost
every single class together (that predates their "item-ness"), but they all were aware of the fact that they were going out together and said something about it (they did say it wasn't a problem). I have never had this experience before, is this common? It is very wierd. I guess it wouldn't be like that if he wasn't the kind of kid that teachers like, but geez it's disconcerting.
I also got to see part of the play this afternoon. It's way fun.
However I am mungo depressed. It has been raining since early this morning. After p/t conferences, DH & I hit the
drive-thru and we both got lovely grilled chicken caesar salads. However when I got home, the kitchen was leaking again in spite of the fact that DH patched the roof
again a couple of weeks ago, and I had to mop up water and rearrange the dog pen to accomodate the drips and take the dog out who was very antsy because of being inside so much today. And then I had to take her out again because she was driving me crazy and I knew I wouldn't be able to eat my dinner in peace. I finally sat down at the computer with my salad at about 8:30 and soon discovered that I would need a knife for the chicken (why would they bother slicing it 75% through?). Then I discovered that I'm allergic to something in the salad and my throat was itching like crazy. Meanwhile the dog was driving me crazy, grabbing paper and hiding under desk (yeah, that was cute the first 500 times you did it, puppy). I finally gave up, put the salad in the fridge and poured myself a giant glass of Bailey's. I am planning to get drunk, but I keep typing so much, it seems doubtful. My life is so stupid.
Very interesting method of turkey cleaning, Schatzi. You are quite inventive. Me, I don't have a problem with sticking my hand up a turkey butt.
Movie = necking
I'm just saying.
Oh yeah, I got my boobies squooshed today. It were okey-dokey, no big d. Hope there was no good reason for this 6 month followup. Good grief they hire some young little chickies at the lab -- the tech couldn't have more than 12. But very personable.
Sugar? Did I see in print that you have a BLOG? Where oh where? I must know!
Kiwi
I usually just bite the bullet and yank everything out with my bare hands, hoping not to turn the whole kitchen into Salmonella Station. 
