It was two years ago today that we moved to North Carolina. I cried. Remember how depressed I was? Oh! It was an adjustment.
But look at all the things I've learned since then! I've learned that you simply must wave at everyone you pass, I've learned what fatback is, I've gotten a fat back, and most important–I have learned that all sorts of dishes I was kind of indifferent to taste infinitely better when you completely smother them in butter.
Maybe the butter thing is related to the fat back thing. I am unsure. Must continue with the research.
But that is not why I've gathered you here today. I have gathered you here to tell you about several odds and ends that I keep forgetting to tell you.
What the Sam Hill are odds and ends, anyway? Odds and ends. Ends of what?
The first thing I have been meaning to tell you is that weeks ago, Faithful Reader Julie asked me if I wanted to try her family's skin-care line. She said she'd send me the whole set of products if I wanted them.
Have you met me? If I wanted them. Who loves her a cosmetic item?
So, she sent the cleanser, toner, serum–altogether she sent me 57,000 products, all of which I lined up on my bathroom counter with glee. And then I was allergic to them.
You know I am a delicate flower. I can't even walk down the aisle of cleaning agents at the grocery store. I am not even exaggerating. My throat closes up, I get weepy, I get sniffy. And don't even TRY to get me in a Bath & Body Works anymore. It's so sad! My grandmother was this way. She had to order her magazines without the perfume strips in them. They've kind of gotten over all those perfume strips, haven't they?
So, I sent everything to my mother. Who of course doesn't have this girl-in-the-plastic-bubble issue. She is gonna try the skin-care line for three months and get back to us.
So you like how I could have told that story is three sentences and it took 90 paragraphs?
The other thing I wanted to tell you was I AM MEETING DCRMOM THIS WEEK! I am so excited I could spit spit spit. (Those of you who've read me awhile are thinking, "She's not gonna tell us how dcrmom was her first blog friend, is she?")
Dcrmom was my first blog friend. My blog at the time was about not spending any money, so I Googled "not spending any money" and I came across her blog, even though she only went without spending for three months, like a normal person.
And the rest is heeeeeestory, as they say. Really, no one says heeeestory.
Anyway. She is nearby, visiting family, and she is deserting them to come have coffee with me. If you read both our blogs, you will probably have a day next week where you say, "Yeah, I already read about this in the other blog. GEEZ."
Finally, someone at work wants to buy an iPod for her twins, which even though I am not a parent I can see that turning into a daily fight. Nevertheless, she wants to load it up with fun '80s music, and all she can think of is Girls Just Want to Have Fun, but she wants more suggestions. She only wants songs appropriate for seven-year-olds. Which of course made my mind stampede for all sorts of inappropriate songs.
Anyway if you have any suggestions, please list them here. I mean, not right on this spot. On the comments. Smart aleck.
Okay, I must go. I photographed Mr. Sneaky Pants for you, who purred and paced across the keyboard the entire time I wrote this fascinating post.