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We left off with the boys, Liisa, Zazu, Bailey, and Andromeda all lined up, yes? Yes.
After a bit of fidgeting and thinking, I figured it'd be easier to just sit the next round of girls on the various sofas I've aquired.
Which brings us to...
( I'm all out of wit, sorry to say )
Huh. There are quite a few pictures in this loverly post, so beware. I'm certain it would crap out on me [hi, dialup!] but if I can deal, you can too. Also, I don't feel like having six billion posts all dealing with this. Okay, I do, but I'm too lazy.
If you're bored, you'll be absolutely thrilled to know that the doll guard is still sitting on my floor in much the same formation. Moved Dru so I wouldn't step on her in the middle of the night, which then knocked Frankie over.
What this means is... I'm blathering. But beyond that, it means I should take this time to clean the bookcases. I should gather the minis and their stands and have a big party while the Pullips are otherwise occupied.
But I cannot until I clean the bathtub. Stupid old showercurtain bled mold or something equally gross all over the tub. Then the drain died [why do you forsake me, bathroom gods? WHY?] so naturally all that crap spent days floating. Dying. Making me die a little. I shelled out the big money *cough* for the superdeluxeDRANO made especially for such problems and waited for the water to clear.
And waited.
Still I waited.
Until finally I could wait no more [forever], and poured half the bottle into the water of DOOM, kissed my loved ones goodbye, and waited for the end.
Okay, I actually forgot all about it once I did the hot water flush half an hour later, because my brain was screaming, "it's still clogged and they want you to add MORE water? What a load of crap." Once I remembered the clog, I went and it was empty. Of course, four or more hours when it had finally trickled down to a fine coating of grime on the bottom of the tub isn't exactly a miracle. So I poured the other half of the bottle and walked off again.
The whole point of that is now the drain works! But the tub is still covered in patches of filth. If I knew where my rubber gloves were, I might have already gone in to do battle. Of course, I should also have my will at the ready. Just in case.
If I die while engaging the tub filth in battle, you may all feel free to fight amongst yourselves for my stuff. I know, it's what you always wanted. Keep in mind there are parental units and about three other people who might put up a fight, but just remind the friends about the files spent chronicling their mispent youth and they'll probably ignore you completely as they try and grab their own file before someone else can. Statutes of limitations and all that.
After a bit of fidgeting and thinking, I figured it'd be easier to just sit the next round of girls on the various sofas I've aquired.
Which brings us to...
( I'm all out of wit, sorry to say )
Huh. There are quite a few pictures in this loverly post, so beware. I'm certain it would crap out on me [hi, dialup!] but if I can deal, you can too. Also, I don't feel like having six billion posts all dealing with this. Okay, I do, but I'm too lazy.
If you're bored, you'll be absolutely thrilled to know that the doll guard is still sitting on my floor in much the same formation. Moved Dru so I wouldn't step on her in the middle of the night, which then knocked Frankie over.
What this means is... I'm blathering. But beyond that, it means I should take this time to clean the bookcases. I should gather the minis and their stands and have a big party while the Pullips are otherwise occupied.
But I cannot until I clean the bathtub. Stupid old showercurtain bled mold or something equally gross all over the tub. Then the drain died [why do you forsake me, bathroom gods? WHY?] so naturally all that crap spent days floating. Dying. Making me die a little. I shelled out the big money *cough* for the superdeluxeDRANO made especially for such problems and waited for the water to clear.
And waited.
Still I waited.
Until finally I could wait no more [forever], and poured half the bottle into the water of DOOM, kissed my loved ones goodbye, and waited for the end.
Okay, I actually forgot all about it once I did the hot water flush half an hour later, because my brain was screaming, "it's still clogged and they want you to add MORE water? What a load of crap." Once I remembered the clog, I went and it was empty. Of course, four or more hours when it had finally trickled down to a fine coating of grime on the bottom of the tub isn't exactly a miracle. So I poured the other half of the bottle and walked off again.
The whole point of that is now the drain works! But the tub is still covered in patches of filth. If I knew where my rubber gloves were, I might have already gone in to do battle. Of course, I should also have my will at the ready. Just in case.
If I die while engaging the tub filth in battle, you may all feel free to fight amongst yourselves for my stuff. I know, it's what you always wanted. Keep in mind there are parental units and about three other people who might put up a fight, but just remind the friends about the files spent chronicling their mispent youth and they'll probably ignore you completely as they try and grab their own file before someone else can. Statutes of limitations and all that.
