I may have to call 911 to hook my bra in the morning. I hope he's cute and over 40 and isn't frightened by my raw-chicken-white flesh. (That's a lot to ask, because it freaks me out whenever I look at it.)
Girl's room is arranged, though she may hate the way it is arranged and do whatever she wants with it, I thought this worked. Picture is for Girl's benefit, so she can spend the next 48 hours mentally rearranging furniture.
I changed blog settings today and have change to the Blogger FTP (because adding RSS was way too confusing with whatever the hell I was using - I have no idea where my FTP server lived) and am now using Picasa. This is a whole new, less intuitive way to load photos. I am not happy yet.
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