Use the washing machine--I did, and it worked out fine. Tumble dry on low (for-evar).

38.89 %

05:31

*sigh*

I have to get off of the cellar. My arm is going numb.
:(
lol!

45.12 %

06:49

*sigh*

58.03 %

08:08

*yawn* Goodnight!

Have you noticed how McDonald's new "southern style" chicken sandwich -- is exactly like Chik-fil-a's?

100.0 %

09:15

THREE DAYS LATER!

So uh, do you guys know what Big has been babbling about over there?
:)

I think it's something to do with viagra. Try not to stare.

Stick a couple of tennis balls in there, too. It makes a racket, but will fluff it right up.

That video for Alan Jackson, "Good Time" with all the people line dancing--looks like fun. Tho' I'm not a big fan of country music, I can totally see myself doing that. Dancing is life!

WANT!
 

wii glow swords

and I don't even have a wii . . .

Not a Cellar dream, but last night (this morning) I dreamed I was in New York with my ex. I really was - I mean we went there in real life about 10 years ago.

In this dream there was a tourist train that ran around Manhatten. But it was kinda like an ride - It's a Small World or whatever it's called. It ran through the real city, but there were created vistas and scenarios. We'd been recommended to go on it by so many people, and they all said, "They look after you SO well!" X suggested it, and as we were walking up the stairs to the ticket office I realised I loved him so much I'd simply follow him anywhere. This was the emotional hangover I woke up with. Totally untrue and any affection I have for him, he sandblasted away by his behaviour years ago, but that's dreams for you. Damn my brain, it was such a painful way to wake up, utterly in love and happy and then realising this was a dream fabrication.

Anyway, in the dream we paid 5p to get on board the train (I questioned in the dream why it was in sterling...) and they were double decker trains with tiny compartments and an attendant in each who gave you a food and drinks menu. Oooh! This was going to be lovely! But X wasn't happy with the part of the train we were in, and went sprinting off to see what other carriages were free. And then crossed the tracks just as the train started to check out another train altogether.

I was bereft - it was too dangerous for me to follow. And how could I be angry with him for deserting me and putting himself in danger? I loved him so much I had to be supportive.

He was being monitored as we travelled, they thought he was a terrorist scoping out the train (Ninja fancy dress story mixed with part of The Talisman by King & Stroud).

I can't even claim it was a cheesedream.

Damn I love musicals.
Lost my copy of Chicago (possibly lent or trashed in one of my moves) so am watching bits on youtube.

I can almost forgive Catherine Zeta for her marriage to an old giffer and subsequent lawsuit when I watch her sing & dance.

OOh - three posts in a row! I am the cheapest of the cheap whores.
Gotta share this - esp given my above post.

Mum & I adore this musical. Dads took Mum to see it live a couple of years ago - she maintains one of the reasons she fell for him was because they went to see the film & he didn't know it was a musical. Yet they both sang the songs (likely the bits they could remember) all the way home in Dad's work van. Romance, eh?

Anyway - if you ever visit my parents, don't say It's Been a Long Day or any variation thereof. We will sing. And if I'm there (I bloody hope so if you are!) we'll try to harmonise.

ETA it's How To Suceed in Business Without Really Trying. Film choreographed by Busby Berkely.