soapboxdiner

Secrets and such

Have you ever gotten spam from the same person twice? What the hell? Who are you, Peggy R Dean? Why are you forwarding me your emails? I don't want your stinking depressing emails about What Jesus Would Do if he was a wild bird living in a rusty cage tortured by a little boy some priest paid $10 to set free, and I don't want your emails telling me to make a wish to the Cat in the Hat to give me a better job! Ack, quit with the silliness, Peggy R Dean, or I will have to block your address.

In other news, I cooked entirely too much this weekend (pumpkin pies and pumpkin seeds and homemade bread and cabbage buns and caramel rolls). Too.much.cooking.

I'm taking half the afternoon to let the window guy in though, which makes me super happy. I think I'll stop by the store for some new TP (which I'm seriously considering upgrading) and some razors. I think I've been out of razors for something close to half a month. Shh, that I'm one hairy woman can be our scary little secret. But that new Secret deodorant with vitamins for rejuvenating your pits? LOVE IT. I never knew my pits needed rejuvenation but the fine people at Secret, they knew enough to sell me their very best. Bless you, Secret!

6:30 am - 11.03.03
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