Archive for September, 2006
As if my house doesn’t already look like a carnival exploded in it (minus the worst of the carnies, of course), take a look at these mats from Chilewich. Too. Much. Fun.
“Tufted shag vinyl.” I’m not sure what the hell that means, other than it’s plastic (yay! love plastic!) and it’s got more pile than a regular plastic doormat. More pile, AND more style. ho, ho, ho!
(ok, seriously — I just gagged myself a little when I typed that)
September 6th, 2006
because I want to buy an Automoblox car sooooo badly! How cool are these?! They come apart, they have little drivers and passengers, and they look so sturdy. And oh, how I’ve been drooling over the colors!
Is it too mean to buy him one now, put it high on a shelf where he can just barely see it, but yet can’t strangle himself with the pieces? Yes? ::: sigh :::
Do not taunt happy fun baby. Even with the coolest of cars.
September 6th, 2006
So I went to the dermatologist yesterday because I had this weird lump sprout up in the middle of a mole. I thought it looked vaguely wart-like but my husband is just enough of a hypochondriac that he insisted that I get it looked at. So, with visions of my impending demise via melanoma, I made an appointment. Want to know what it was?
… wait, wait, wait …
… dramatic pause …
A “barnacle of old age.” A BARNACLE OF OLD AGE! Sheesh! I’m 35 and apparently now old enough to have grown BARNACLES! Oh yeah, it had some real, scientific-sounding name, but once she said BARNACLE, that’s all I could focus on.
So I have a barnacle. But he (yes, it’s a he) is not long for the world as he’s been frozen and supposedly will soon fall off.
Farewell my Barnacle Bill.
September 1st, 2006
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