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Russian nesting dolls with
a twist. Mouseover each to see the reverse.
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Some people who post pictures from their digital
camera without changing the software-assigned
file name. These
can be found. It's interesting to see what
people will post. (This search tool creates a
random number and slaps it into a filename that
has the same structure used by different digital
cameras. Hit refresh to get new pics. Some may
be NSFW.)
As of yesterday, our friends Scott and Stephania were legally wed. Mark and I were privileged to be in attendance.
The ceremony was lovely, the reception was just as nice.
The highlight for me (other than watching two people who are madly in love exchange their vows) was having my arm licked, kissed and snoozzled by a group of men. (All of whom I knew, don't worry, but don't ask how that came about.)
It was open bar. And clearly the barkeep was drinking as well. My friend Curtis was given a five-finger scotch, neat. I wonder how Curtis ended his evening? :)
As for me I started with Caesar's, had a glass of white wine with dinner, and continued with cranberry juice/vodkas. At one point my body suddenly couldn't tolerate the alcohol. I couldn't even ingest it. I wonder if it wasn't mixing well with all the candy-coated almonds I snarfed down.
I stopped before I did any damage to myself or to my surroundings.
Saturday pre-wedding, was crazy.
We had to clean house. In addition, I had to go out and buy a new strapless bra. Otherwise my dress of choice was going to be a no-go.
"Be quick," said Mark, as I went out the door.
The words "quick" and "bra-shopping" do not go together. How could he not understand the process? How long have we been married? :)
Again, I have to observe that shopping for underthings is a tortuous exercise of self-criticism.
It's not a pretty sight.... every little bump, fold, crease, scar and stretchmark is amplified 100-fold underneath those unforgiving florescent lights.
I brought in as many items into the fitting room as is legally allowed.
I tried on one of those one-piece units which can only be properly described as a Constraining Device for the Whole Body. It basically looked like a strapless dress, except that the overall effect was slow and deliberate strangulation with the added bonus of making you look toned and non-flabby.
I would have bought this thing despite the fact that it would have resulted in a bruised diaphragm. (Gads, what does this say about me?) But the manufacturers wrongly deemed to label this unit a cup size A.
I believe this group of men on the board at Major Underwear Company X have no idea about the shape of a real person. I could have smuggled things in those roomy padded cups; kleenex, food, socks, money, you name it. Besides, the cups were misshapen and weird. And the left cup seemed to want to revert back to some freaky inverted state. Ah well, back to the racks with that one.
I discovered that are are good strapless bras (many of which had useful strips of rubberized nonskid material around the seams) and bad ones that did little than squash everything together like Joan of Arc's bandages. This was clearly one of those times that You Get What you Pay For.
Anyway, I managed to find one, and fortunately it was one that was on sale.
Today Cindy and KJ brought bagels to our house and they got to see firsthand what a crazy house we live in.
And now the girls are watching Cinderella as I debate whether or not nachos are a healthy dinner item. (If I added ground beef, cheese and salsa it does cover the food groups, right?)
And now the girls are watching Cinderella as I debate whether or not nachos are a healthy dinner item. (If I added ground beef, cheese and salsa it does cover the food groups, right?)
