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Keepin' it interesting: ceiling hasn't fallen yet!
Not sure if I'm going to blog the gloriously-amusing details of one household-related issue that has peppered my activities for the last few days or not, but when it's all done I might. Let's just say, for the purposes of expeditious Monday late-morning amusement and blogging credits (feelin' the need to blog; not able to really focus on one more thing right now, long enough to find an alternative topic,) that there is such an issue! Let's say that the people who will be handling said household issue weren't too pressed to get over here on Friday afternoon when the whole
Melody
in Domestic, Self-employment, Well, now!, Challenges
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Force of habit
From a little snippet of conversation that occurred in my living room just now as a friend was about to walk out the door:
A serious Scrabulous butt kickin'
So this weekend I remembered I was in the middle of playing a couple of Scrabulous games on Facebook. I tend to forget such trifles for long stretches at a time. Real life being so interesting, and all. But then I had so much fun when I played my little words, I went on a challenging streak and
Melody
in Well, now!, Pop culture, Friends, Fun, Social networking, Facebook
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"This is your Coffeemaker Recall Kit"
Updated on Tue, 07.08.08 at 08:34 PM by
Melody
It took a couple of days for me to remember the puffy little packet in the stack of mail laying on the table. Then I finally decided to handle my mail and recalled my initial curiosity. I hadn't ordered anything small that required such packaging. Why, then, had someone sent me a padded envelope within my mail? I figured it was some new marketing scheme to
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Never too old for stoopid lessons...
So all I'm saying is this: it doesn't matter how excited you are about the perfectly roasted chicken you've just cut up to put into your Very Most Delicious
The night Ms. Ellen tried to fix me up
Don't know why but I woke this morning thinking of Ellen. (Mrs. Ellen, Miss Ellen, Ms. Ellen) I lived with this eighty-something lady for about a month last year, which most of you don't know because writing about her at the time would have fallen under the heading "Against Melody's Rules Of Blogging." Although apparently not now.