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I pulled in the driveway today to see a large package sticking out of the mailbox. I laughed out loud when I saw it was a catalog from Restoration Hardware. It was three items bagged all together like a phone book. The hilarious part – it was HUGE!

Seriously, the main big book is 690 pages! The smaller catalog is 154. Holy hardware, Batman!

The enormous catalog came with the disclaimer that since the company is going green, they will only bother me with this giant catalog twice a year – not several smaller catalogs monthly – and I can certainly call them to ask to not receive it anymore.

Remind me that I need to do that.

I used to love Restoration Hardware because they were quirky. Their catalogs had neat old things – not just interior design stuff – but old gadgets and such that my feeble brain can’t remember. There was a store in Kansas City that we used to visit and all the little gadget-y things had hilarious explanation cards by the price.

You used to be funny, Restoration Hardware, but now you have become a self-important empire that only markets expensive furniture and textiles in grey, muted, sad tones – taking yourself entirely too seriously under Gary Friedman’s direction. Goodbye, R.H.

We can no longer be friends.

Wait….. um, I do like that.

Er. And that.

Dang it. Scratch the reminder.

I spent too much time working on a project for church, so now I’m out of time for a real post. Let’s take a poll.

Of course, at my job, I cannot swear. (Out loud.) I can, however, mutter (clean) stuff under my breath and lately my phrase of choice has been, “Oh, for the love of Pete.”

Each and every time it surprises me. Why am I saying that? I have never before said it in my life, and now I seem to be saying it daily – mostly when I’m setting out the cots and right after I get someone’s ready I realize they are gone for the day oh, for the love of Pete.

I even said it when I was painting the Cat Disaster Area, when I could have been Free and Clear to call out the Big Ones.

So, what are your acceptable-in-public blurts? Keep in mind we have some kids here, folks.

*sniff*. I am giving in to the allergies that have plagued me the past few weeks. The allergies that two daily doses of 24-hour medicine can barely control. So on a Friday night I was jammied by 7 and dozed on the sofa watching tv. I awoke to Star Wars and Lloyd and I once again bemoaned the fact that we didn’t name PB Admiral Ackbar.

Happy weekend, y’all.

and you can pick your friend’s brains. That is all you can pick.

I am curious about your thoughts regarding Mister Rogers. Mind you, I am a huge fan, so if you say anything negative about him, I will no longer pick you as a friend, and things will go badly for you. So be warned.

Seriously, did you watch him? Did you like him? If you did like him and/or the show, how so? I need some feedback for some school stuff I’m thinking of doing.

Here is a little remixed, auto-tuned video that I love if you need a little bit of prompting:

So, thanks in advance, neighbor.

Hands down: Fear and shame.

Our friend Kris is bringing her daughter to college on Friday and is going to stop by, and since I live in a world where only one thing can be in order at a time, school has received all of my attention and the house has been a shambles.

A shambles ruled by kittens.

A shambles ruled by kittens who can make shredded tissues appear from thin air. Seriously – I clean up all the tissues, dump the trash, and two minutes later there are shredded tissues all over!

Anyway, we spent the evening making the house presentable in anticipation of Kris’ visit. I hope she’s not too weepy about leaving her daughter at Concordia, because I’m certainly not going to offer her a tissue.