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Working on my final PR collection while watching the first season of The Vampire Diaries. When I’m not reading the news. Which is making me feel, as it has for about eight years, uncomfortably prescient. It’s one of the “benefits” of having turned thirty-five a few times, I think.
One of the other “benefits” is that I know no one much gives a crap about my politics.
Bob Mackie, that’s who! The Bob Mackie Barbie now for sale. She’s pretty fabulous, but at $150, I think I’ll stick to my fang-free Victoria, Jane, and Alice dolls.
I include myself in this, of course. See the bulge in that bottle? In late August, I went out shooting and bought that bottle of water, which I never opened. Upon arriving home, I put it in the freezer and forgot it. I found it the next day, a solid block of ice ready to split the container, and gave it to Tim, who was leaving for a night away. I figured by the time he arrived in Galveston, it would have melted enough for him to drink it.
At least it wasn’t a soft drink–over the years I’ve exploded my share of those in bottles and cans in the freezer. I’ll bet Lynne remembers the night her Sprite shattered in the freezer when we were having a sleepover as ‘tweens. That kind of noise when you’re telling scary stories: NOT FUNNY.
And Agent Cooper, Sheriff Truman, Lucy and Andy, Deputy Hawk, and Leo’s new shoes.
ETA: Does anyone remember where these vases came from? I had a couple of them when I was a kid, but I don’t know what happened to them. Mine were blue. I found this one in a junk store the other day and bought it for nostalgia’s sake. For some reason, I had it in my head they were free gifts with Avon back in the Mesoproterozoic Era. But I can’t seem to find photos of them online to confirm that.