these days of leiderhosen

My beloved co-worker Nancy's hairdresser wasn't feeling well last week and somehow managed to wax Nancy's right eyebrow out of existence. And that's the side Miss Nancy parts her hair on. Little known fact, Gentle Audience: Like a any good simian, I am big on grooming other people. (We will NOT speak about the state of my own hair or hygiene) Notorious for carrying around a surprising quantity of face paint, there is nothing I like more than whipping out the hairspray on an unsuspecting co-worker and patting down their flyaways. So there's Nancita's sitting there in my office unevenly waxed, a whole empty forehead waiting for Leiderhosen to spring into action. Like a 8th grade delinquent with a can of spray paint, I am on her like white on rice. And the trouble begins. Five minutes and three products later her face is even better than it was, even when she did have a matching set of brows. I have been at touch up duty for almost two weeks now and can do a r

Many apologies, Darlings. Minor breakdowns and bullshit, but we are not to bore you with the details. Now for Monday Early Morning Thoughts. If only this election were over already. The Dark Knight is quite the movie. Maybe actually two movies stuck together. Heath Ledger is quite good. Five preemie hats this weekend ( a new record!) Two alpaca, two white cotton, one mystery fiber. Steven goes into retreat next Saturday for a week. Must concoct plans to amuse myself. Eddie Izzard is possibly the most divinely delicious man alive. His show at the Orpheum was fantastic. I didn't even miss him being a bloke in a dress. I have a very furry tongue. Coffee does not improve the situation. Rather like having an old manky bathmat in one's mouth. The farmers' markets here are in full swing. If you asked for a singing lef6t-handed haddock, you'd have to choose between three vendors. My online pal Ms. Ordover is coming to town in September and has asked me to amuse her! Yes!!! T