V DAY!!!

No, not Valentine's Day. I would not say that with excitement. Allow me to explain the excitement of TODAY:

My roommate (s) and I looked at a town home yesterday and were sold when we first walked in. The place is ridiculous. Peter, our savvy British landlord, showed it to us and told us a German family was just looking at it earlier that day and they were making a decision the next day, so if we wanted it, we needed to decide ASAP. Since we had supposedly cheaper and less impressive places to look at, we held off. Lo and behold, those places didn't fit the bill, so this morning, we were thrilled to find the place was still available. In true World War II fashion, we recruited our British ally and beat the Germans! THAT'S why today is V-Day!!!

Moving on, here's a floorplan of our place, with customized explanations of the usage...click on it to make it bigger.

I'm STOKED and can't wait for a housewarming party.

Did I mention we're moving in a week and a half? ...Yikes.




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Change that dial...

I feel the need to express my depression that my subscription to my satellite car radio has expired. On Tuesday, June 9th, my programmed buttons all erased my favorite stations, conceited to the default "preview" Channel 1, and left a gaping hole in my exclusive music world. I must, for the first time in two years, tune in with the commoners to FM radio. But I can't find stations I like. So far, I've found a nice ghetto club station from Tampa, that's somewhat static-y, an 80's and more station that's hit and miss, a station that's pop by day and delilah (instant gag reflex) by night, and another pop station that plays "Second Chance" far too often. I just can't win, not until I can afford another XM subscription.





The good news is that I can just plug in my iPod, finally complete with The Fame...

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PostSecret...delayed

I've neglected PostSecret. This is what happens when you get super busy with work, fixing your car yourself, driving the kids around, buying a house, writing a novel, diabetes research, pilgrimage to the holy land, launching a couture shoe collection, and turning 43...





...So I have no excuse.





Here's a funny secret worth sharing:



I always think of crying people saying "You just don't think it will ever happen to you until it does." And I walk a little faster with my keys inbetween my fingers like Wolverine, ready to go for the eyes.

My secret this week:


I still giggle every time I see a Smart car.



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