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Mr. K is addicted to puzzles. It’s so sad.

Speaking of mullah. I brought my change to the coinstar machine yesterday. $42! I guessed $48, Mr. K guessed $43. So I win with the fees.

I’ve decided to seek a consultation with a specialist in Rochester who does a new procedure for receding gums. Instead of hacking the skin from the roof of your mouth and sewing that to your gums – eek! They do a procedure where they insert a tool through a pinhole in your gums above the teeth, gently separate the existing skin, and tug it down over your teeth, fusing it in place, and fixing the recession. There are no cuts, stitches, or wounds. And the healing time is one day. I’m sure it’s not pleasant – I’m terrified! – but I’d much prefer to do something less invasive and not-so-surgical. It’s just a consultation. We’ll see how it goes.

I know it’s Ai but I can dream! #Need

Mornting! Someone in a puzzle group unknowingly gave me good advice to de-hoard my puzzles and thrift away the puzzles that won’t spark joy. There’s an underlying feeling of obligation to push through all the puzzles even though I might have changed my mind about a design since I paid 99¢ for it a year ago at a thrift store in Talamazoo. When I do a boring-ass puzzle like this, it takes forever to complete. I don’t enjoy the hunt and ignore it for days-on-end. I went through all my puzzles this morning and culled about a dozen – from about forty. I tossed them into the thrift store pile. I feel free!

I cackled!

Have you ever partied this hard on the lord’s day?

Wanna feel old? Anna Nicole Smith’s daughter is 19 years old. I hope she’s doing well.

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Also lunch is leftover sloppy joes!

This made me morning cackle my head off!

Ugly shoe update

Miss Amy, Mr. K, and I went to a mystery dinner party last night. It was fun. And we had some fun chatty people at our table. My only complaint was the “bar” situation. Or lack thereof. In order to get drinks, you had to register your credit card with a plastic drink card – like a hotel room key. Then you waved this card at a wall of buttons that filled glasses with drinks. No human involved. You didn’t find out that the drinks cost $12 each until you did this, and the amount popped up on the screen at each button. And the draft beer didn’t even fill the glass up halfway. Argh! I complained – something I never would normally do and got my first drink comped. I was shocked I’d have to pay $12 for a half glass of cheap American beer. I switched to nameless wine which seemed to fill the glass all the way. And how the heck could this setup which “stores” your credit card for later use be PCI compliant? I’m x-ing off the hours before my card is hacked.

Devil Wears Prada 2 was cute. Not as iconic as the first, but that’s expected. They had good energy and good plot twists. And y’all know I think Emily Blunt can do no wrong. I adore her. And the clothes! Wow! I think the stars were changing couture for every dang scene. I even cried a little.

At DWP2

Can we talk about the guy who was farting his face off at the urinal next to me?

I haven’t had a sip of booze since the 1900s.

We are at a fancy mystery dinner party. I have non idea what the hell is going on. But I have booze. More pics below.

The meatloaf came out great! It was different because it used oats instead of bread crumbs. I think next time I’d double the egg, or maybe the oats? Because it was kinda “too easily fall aparty”. It also needed to be cooked longer. It was done, but I like it browned a bit around the edges.

I have all the Brown Bakery staff cars memorized. When they pull into the parking lot at the same time as me, I can take an alternate route into the building and hide in the basement for a while. There is nothing more uncomfortable than walking into the building together and chatting about what you did last night with work humans. “I researched a Roman slave revolt and applied glitter paint to foam blocks. How about you?” I have never been good at non-business related work chat.

In related news, I was reading on Reddit about how millennial and younger people never answer their door. I find this so wild! They go to great lengths to hide or install cameras to monitor who might come to their door and knock. I cannot think of a situation where I wouldn’t answer if someone knocked on my door. Maybe if I were pooping? It feels like a cultural compulsion to me. But I’m a dinosaur.

I decided to order custom sized frosted plexiglass pieces online for the window project. I’m sure I could have done it for half the cost by fighting my way through some local channel. Mr. K assured me that I could go to a hardware store, beg someone to wait on me, and wait around while they cut pieces for me, hoping they got my exact measurements right. But money buys ease. And I have a vendor online whom I’ve worked with in the past for various projects. My order should be here in a few days. Getting closer!

I did manage to get the office window open yesterday, so I could measure. Wow! That window hasn’t been opened in five years! Getting the seal-and-peel off all the seams can be a chore. And the grit and debris around the casing needed to be vacuumed away.

I need to focus on the prize of having fresh air on demand! It really will be a treat.

Last night I visited Mother and swung by Lowe’s for trim pieces. I’ll temporarily attach the inserts to the window frame with trim so some random homeless person can’t pop it out and crawl into my house. As one does.

D has this weird kink where he monitors the state unclaimed funds database for my name. Which is oddly something I myself do not do. This is the second time he’s alerted me that I have unclaimed funds there. I’ll buy him a beer.