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John McInsane.

That's all I have to say on that. Moving on...

Today I must clean. Last night I started putting things away and got sidetracked cutting out quilt blocks from very small scraps of flannel I had. I sorted out fabric I can use for boy clothes and put it in its own box. I'm amazed I have no denim. I was sure I did and I don't recall ever using it for anything. Oh well.

Eating yesterday's stir fry for breakfast with canteloupe. Yum.

It will be so nice to clean this place. Of course, on Sunday it all gets messy again... though perhaps I can stay more organised and not bring out everything under the sun.

Still need a sewing icon. Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?

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Note to self: When you cut out quilt squares next time, maybe you should IRON the fabric first. Because, you know, ironing quilt squares after they are cut out is a most annoying and time-consuming task. Thanks.

I just took out the trash and recycling and I'm all hot. So I'm sitting in front of the fan for a few minutes before I continue vacuuming.

Also, the kitchen floor accumulated a Layer of Sticky sometime in between last night and this morning. I would like an explanation for this phenomenon.

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Well, paularidgeway introduced me to Bento today. It's exactly what I needed as a database for my patterns. I wanted something where I could type in search terms and come up with lists of just what I was looking for to show a client, for example.

I'll have to get him to give me $50 so I can buy it.

Fear Factor, Episode I: The Garbage Disposal

OK, so I really hate garbage disposals. I have hated them since I was seven and saw something so absolutely revolting and frightening relating to a garbage disposal that it has, I believe, scarred me for life. I think the scene in Halloween H20 (do not ask, do not ask) with the garbage disposal was easily more scary and intense than anything else in that entire film - even though nothing actually HAPPENED with it.

I have managed to avoid contact with garbage disposals in our various houses over the years. At the moment, however, I happen to live in an apartment equipped with one. And my husband likes to use it. Fine. So I've been using it too. I've become almost used to using it.

Tonight, however, I put some apple peels down. Which I have done before. Mr Disposal didn't want apple peels this evening. Now there are two inches of scummy water in the sink.

With my stomach in knots I have repeatedly put my hand down into the disposal to try and free up whatever is stuck.

Ew.

So Dan disappeared to go buy us a plunger and see if that will help.

Things like this ALWAYS happen twenty minutes before sundown. Which as of now is three minutes away. Heigh-ho, Sabbath.