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Forecast: Ungodly hot, with intermittent TERRIFYING thunderstorms and HAIL THE SIZE OF MARBLES.
| Newly discovered midlife hell: Gum disease. Slept (fitfully) with my face plastered to an ice bag last night. What next? |
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| The Spouse will actually sit and watch Project Runway with me — and he's better at picking who's out! (What was with that diaper-bustier?) |
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| Oh. Great. Brilliant. I just put up another pithy post THAT NO ONE IS GOING TO READ BECAUSE THEY'RE ALL AT BLOGHER! (Mutter, mutter...) |
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| @ByJane Okay. Fine. Whatever. Just have a good time at Blogher WITHOUT me. (Sniff, sniff...) |
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| It has taken me three hours to get through my accumulated e-mail. Too. Many. Interruptions. |
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| Off to The Big Apple for a conference. Blogging will be haphazard, as usual. |
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| Bad air quality alerts finally issued here. The West Coast smoke has arrived. Can hardly see the mountains for the haze. (Cough, cough...) |
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| @ByJane Ouch! Are you and Molly staying indoors? The smoke hasn't been too bad here. |
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| There is something so ZEN about putting flowers in pots. It's one of my favorite summer rituals. (Now if they just won't DIE from the heat.) |
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| Hot, hot, hot here. Running errands in the middle of the day = BAD IDEA. |
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| @ByJane Wow! You decided. What tipped the scales in favor of LA? You'd better blog about it! |
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| Annual picnic in the park with the fam. Lots of cute second-generation babies. Overcast but still hot. Sean reads my blog! Thanks!! |
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| The five most-feared words in the English language for The Spouse: I'm. Going. Shopping. With. Liz. We happily Gapped. |
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| @ByJane Oh, happy, happy birthday, you little Independent soul, you! Plan on fireworks! |
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| Just ate an overpriced and largely tasteless drive-thru meal. Am disgusted with self. Will ponder, given current realities, the brown-bag. |
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| If this format looks familiar, it is. I decided the old blogsite was easier to read. I'll likely continue to tweak it because I AM SO OCD! |
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| Sitting at my desk, drinking my first Coke of the day, contemplating my dissolute and misspent life. A typical Monday morning. Sigh... |
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| Would whoever found my blog by searching "Ann Curry panties" PLEASE GET A LIFE? |
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| Maud, I hope you got rid of — or squealed on — that professor. Yuck. |
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