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I usually upload photos to Flickr to link them from my LJ. I’m not altogether computer savvy, but I want to make those private rather than public. I’ve tried it with a few and so far, they still seem to show up here, which is good.Or that could just be because I’ve viewed them before.
Anyway, if someone notices that all my photos vanish from LJ, let me know that I screwed up! Thanks. =)
I was reading earlier when I heard my silly dogs barking outside. I glanced out the window in time to see a guy on a bike totally cruise Tim while Tim was watering the plants (that’s not a euphemism).
Plus, we saw our new Kensington cover. It’s a good day.
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Just in case you think you’re mentally fit, how many phobias on this list make you go, “Oh crap.”
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Katrina ruined Southern Decadence in New Orleans, but thanks to PerfectlyFrank, we’re having our own version in Houston.
Earlier today, I came home from running a few errands to find Tom and Tim sweltering away while they did post-Rita damage control in the front yard–and a parcel on the front porch. I opened it next to the battered bougainvillea that Tim had pruned and found:
Ohhhh, such chocolatey goodness. Tim refused to let me take a photo of him looking happily hot and sweaty as we saw the contents. Maybe later?
Frank, you are too kind, and I’ll enjoy you with every mouthful. Hmmm. Maybe I should switch to writing erotica.
THANK YOU!!
From the first time I heard it, I loved the term “comfort food.” Whether it’s healthy or decadent, complicated or simple, comfort food is a universal concept.
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Gridlock. Everywhere. In five hours, we got 15 miles. And then we gave up. We are with friends in the suburbs and hoping that the worst that may happen is power loss.
It appears we could have made the right decision, as Rita currently seems to be targeting New Orleans. Now I’m worried about Greg again at his housesitting place.
For everyone who’s calling and e-mailing, thank you for making me feel that we’re doing the right thing. The skies are just beautiful. The house has been safe through eighty years of tornados, hurricanes, and floods. Normally, I wouldn’t even consider leaving. But Katrina’s images from New Orleans and Mississippi took “normal” right out of my vocabulary.
Everyone be safe. =)
Update: I didn’t realize that Tim had already posted about this on his LJ. Damn, he’s quick.
Tonight Tim, Steve, Tom, and I met Rhonda and Lindsey at Meteor. It’s a great bar, but not long after we arrived, the music got louder, making conversation difficult. We voted to adjourn to The Compound and play 1,000 Blank White Cards.
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