Ugh, nasty day. I woke up with a headache, then the blender flung boiling potato-leek soup on my right boob and arm. (Gary’s reaction when he heard: “BUTTER! Put butter on it right now!” Luckily he was not home at the time, so it’s faded to just two small blisters. And my boob isn’t buttered.)
I took to my bed shortly after the scalding and tucked in for the day, so nothing much happened, and what happened I documented in photos.
This is the best thing to happen since the iPad arrived. We have gone from this:
to this:
My pallet of Christmas gifts arrived on a forklift:
and, this was strange, gMail gave up on trying to sell me things in that advertising space at the top of their page.
Queer, isn’t it? But, that’s over now. Now they want me to buy Hartford AARP insurance, bastards.
3 responses to “A Loss for Words”
Wow, you keep a clean gMail box. Impressive.
I looked around my living room and office today and felt so joyful at the lack of book and magazine clutter. All I need is my Kindle Reader and a Kindle Fire.
I am sorry you had a rough day but glad you got your shelves.
Friend #8 – I always have. My work inbox is just as bare.
Hattie – I’m organizing my entire house because of the shelves (in my head, of course) and I have mentally purged 90% of our books.