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I stumbled into the bathroom and glanced at myself in the mirror this morning, and was blinded by the zit on my nose. It was the size of Manhattan and glowing like Chernobyl, and popping it (shut up, I know you’re not supposed to, but I am helpless in the face of zits, helpless I say!) didn’t help at all. I suppose for the next few days, everytime I encounter someone, their gaze will automatically be drawn to the red, glowing spot between my eyes. They’ll try to politely look away, but will be completely unsuccessful, poor bastards.
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Yesterday as I was lifting weights, I was listening to the Ace and TJ morning show, as I always do, because they’re funny as hell. (If you go to their
affiliates page, they have some mp3s that you can listen to. I love the “Green Hair” one.)This particular morning, Yankee Pete (the grumpy old man of the bunch) was doing a Breaking and Entering Christmas, which is exactly what it sounds like – from the emails they receive, they choose a family, go to their house while the family isn’t there, break in, and leave a Christmas tree and a ton of gifts and gift certificates provided by listeners and local sponsors.
Man, that would be the PERFECT job for me. If I could get a job where I went around and left presents for needy families all year round, I’d be about the happiest girl in the world. ESPECIALLY doing it anonymously, so they had no idea who’d left the gifts.
That would rock.
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My god do I love Stamps.com. They started out with internet postage, where you could print postage on labels (or directly onto envelopes), then had NetStamps, where you can print as many stamps as you need, in whichever denomination you need, and now they have plain paper labels, which you can tape to your package, and add delivery confirmation for thirteen cents per package.
Too fucking cool, especially for people like us who send a lot of stuff through the mail.
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The rash covering my body (from the bath oil I used last week) is starting to dry up, and for the last few nights I’ve been waking up in the middle of the night with a back in serious need of scratching. Thank god for the back scratcher hanging on my side of the bed, that’s all I have to say. It freaks the cats out a little bit when I wake up and start flailing around for the back scratcher, and it freaks them out even more when the back scratcher makes a groaning noise (it’s called a “groan stick back scratcher”), but it’s absolute heaven to be able to reach the itchy spot.
Speaking of the rash, I found a small blistery-looking spot on my arm the other day and worried that perhaps I’d picked up a nice case of impetigo somewhere, but it went away and nothing has taken it’s place.
Unless it moved to my back, where I can’t see it. Note to Fred: look at my back when you get home.
Impetigo, if you’ve never had the pleasure of dealing with it, is highly contagious. The spud, when she was 4 or 5, developed a case of impetigo (it never got as bad as the pictures on the page I linked up there) – I didn’t know what it was, but my mother suggested impetigo, and the doctor agreed. Soon after she was diagnosed, I discovered that her friend, who lived next door to us, and with whom she played every day, had developed impetigo a few days before, and her mother hadn’t bothered to let me know. Nice, huh?
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I’m pleased to announce that I won the pre-lit Christmas tree I bid on on eBay last night. Someone swooped in and tried to outbid me in the last ten minutes of the auction, but I re-bid, and ended up victorious. Whoo!
I’m thinking of buying a small tree, 2 or 3 feet high, to put in the living room, since the big tree will be shut away in the study, away from the cats and their evil tree-climbing ways, but Fred thinks we don’t need one. That won’t stop me, of course, but I’m still just in the “thinking about it” phase.]]>