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  1. Home sick with a head cold. NOT SWINE flu or cooties.
  2. Burning oil makes your kitchen full of smoke. Anyone got some Febreze?
  3. Been up since 5:30 preparing for a "relaxing" July 4th, party/pool and fun. It's raining. Better start cleaning the living room.
  4. Heat exhaustion from humidity and high end temps, must remember not to wear polyester fabrics that melt to my skin.
  5. If I were a Ninja, I would hunt down my dentist and poke him until it "pinches just a little".
  6. Husbands installing pool heater while I watch. With towel and swimsuit.
  7. Reading the novel The Shack -quite interesting.
  8. Sorry, love you hubby, love the idea of warmer pool water, sorry can't help sarcasm - it's in my blood.
  9. Hubby bought pool heater - can't wait to sink my toes into 90 degree water in 80 degree weather! Can you say "boil"?
  10. Had my nails done. 70 something year old priest arrived for his pedicure...ruined my spa day with wicked bad thoughts.
  11. Typing my ass off to get work done so I can go outside and ponder life's wonders in the beautiful sunshine.
  12. shopping on line is like butter. melted, dripping butter. On lobster.
  13. Laughing gleefully when I see a cop pull over obnoxious teenaged speeder. Boo, it's the last day of school, aren't I wicked?
  14. Topic: Dryerballs. Talk among yourselves.
  15. I'm trying to track my new "buds". Or is that {twits}?
  16. Every time I try to Twitter, I get to thinking: What else should You be doing?
  17. Perk of being 50, Senior Card!!!!
  18. Why is everything so techhy difficult? Can't put twits on my blog....ahhhh!
  19. I have a follower request! OMG! They like me! They really like me!
  20. Listening to the Coors, anyone care to River Dance like your panties were caught on fire?