*weeps* Of all the times to not be greedy! I hate thee, KB. and love thee. Hate. Love. Hate!
Grr.
Nolee, skankarific pale doll I covetChelsea, ugly picture, cute skankarific reddish haired doll I also covetThey're on sale. $7.99.
Had I not caved and bought my Shannen smut, I could ask and probably con one out of my mother if I looked longingly enough
and pointed out that for that price, I'd still be cheaper than my brother's smoking habit. :p
So, look. Laugh. It's alright. I'd laugh too. ;)
And today's "Jesus, why did you tell me that again?" moment: My mother telling me she prefers me telling a story to reading anything I've written. Woo.
In other news, I got to see the nephew's house and realized things could be worse. I could live there on a mattress on the floor. Although what's worse than that is if your mattress has a giant slit in it. :p [hers does not]
Oh, and having rancid sour cream just once in your life will make you extremely vigilant in making sure you
never repeat that experience again. It's been 6 or 7 years since the unfortunate incident, and I still check dates religiously, still sniff, and usually pawn the tasting/sniffing off on someone else.