I have a friend named Rachel.
She’s selling a signed and unedited proof of Neil Gaiman’s second short story collection “Smoke and Mirrors: Short Fictions and Illusions”, published in 1998 - complete with a letter from the publisher found wedged between the pages.
She needs money for her myriad medical problems and prescriptions. Help her out, if you’re interested.
I knew it’d frigging fit. Lying liarsons of Lying, Lyoming.
So for everyone who asked, yes, today was much better than yesterday.
First off, the Dish TV guy got everything hooked up perfect, and I now have MSG network and NFL network. I have 2 dishes on my house now, too.
We got our new split-queen boxspring and we now have a REAL bed again. Now we have to find out where the heck our baggies of screws went to put Mikey’s crib back together.
The dryer was delivered and it is really, really nice. It matches enough. And it dries clothes.
Oh, and the Giants are going to the Super Bowl. Who’s coming over?
So uh, I suppose this means that I’m obliged to hold a Super Bowl party in 2 weeks.
WOOOOOO GIANTS
The POD is empty. All of the large items are in the house.
Just freaking done. DONE. We had a nightmare of appliance proportions today:
1. This morning while I was closing up our old place, Aimee rushed ahead with the baby just in time for Best Buy to come and deliver our new washer and dryer. Except the dryer didn’t fit down the stairs. NO, REALLY. (more…)
