A lemon hat! So cute. I only ordered it last week or so, and told her I was in no hurry, since it was humid as hell (except in hell it’s a dry heat, I think), and hot, but still she whipped it out and no time flat and sent it off to me. I can’t wait ’til it gets cold enough that I need to wear it all the time – I will be so stylin’! * * * If you belong to the notify list run by NotifyList.com, you may want to unsubscribe from that list, and subscribe to this one instead. NotifyList.com has been a pain in my ass (and that’s a big pain!) for the last few weeks. I sent out two notify emails yesterday and neither one of them ever went out, apparently. Bastards. Will I ever find a notify list I like? Hopefully the one I linked to above will work out, but with me, you just never know. (Edited 9/17/07 to add: Notify lists can be joined here.) ]]>
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Where are the yellow and red ones?! Don’t they know how much I love yellow? Bastards! It was like a sign, like the M&Ms were trying to tell me I shouldn’t eat them.
But I did. And DAMN were they good.
It’s just WRONG that 12 M&Ms are 200 calories. At least almonds are good for you, even if they’re wrapped in a scrumptious candy coating.
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Thanks so much to everyone who gave me framing/ matting advice on the cross-stitch picture. Of course, your opinions were so diverse that I still don’t know what I’m going to do! I ended up not taking it to the framers today because when I was looking at it in daylight, I realized that there’s a big-ass stain across the top of it – as if I’d spilled half a damn can of Coke on it, blotted it, and thought it would disappear. So I have to deal with that before I take it to be framed.
I probably should have mentioned that once I have it framed, I’m not keeping it – I’m auctioning it off on eBay, because the Southwestern theme isn’t really in our decorating scheme (if we had one, that is). I bought the kit because it looked like it would be fun to do – and it was, even though it took more than 6 years to finish!
Now I’m thinking that I should just sell it unframed, so whoever ends up with it can frame it to fit in with their decor. Time for another poll!
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1. Would you say that you’re good at keeping in touch with people? I go through stages – sometimes I do really well, and sometimes I just kind of let it slide.
2. Which communication method do you usually prefer/use: e-mail, telephone, snail mail, blog comments, or meeting in person? Why? Email, because it lets me control when I communicate – I mean, I can sit down and email when I’m ready to, and get as in-depth as I need to.
3. Do you have an instant messenger program? How many? Why/why not? How often do you use it? I used to have yahoo messenger and AIM installed, but I uninstalled them when I was reformatting my hard drive, and never got back to reinstalling them. I hardly ever used them, anyway.
4. Do most of your close friends live nearby or far away? Far away – I don’t really have any friends in the area.
5. Are you an “out of sight, out of mind” person, or do you believe that “distance makes the heart grow fonder”? It really depends on the person and the situation – when Fred and I were falling in luhrve, the distance probably added a certain romantic attraction to the situation (until we met in person, and the distance only became painful), but there have been people in my life who just kind of drifted away because of the distance. The physical distance between the ex and I – he was in the Navy – surely only contributed to the emotional distance between us, even though I’m pretty sure that the only reason we were able to stay married for so long – 8 years – is because he was gone so often and for so long.]]> 
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Those are the eyes of a potential psycho, and I love me some good screaming psycho movies. It wasn’t a bad movie, though it was really more of a 1-hour show stretched into 2 hours, but Jenna Elfman does crazy well.
Anyway, the movie came on from 8 – 10 and 10 – 12. I watched the 10 – 12 showing, watching it while I cross-stitched (I swear to god, I’m NEVER going to be done outlining this damn cross-stitch picture), and I enjoyed it. I stayed up for another hour watching the back-to-back episodes of Mad About You that came on from midnight to 1, and then I made myself turn out the light.
I’m turning into a total night owl.
What do you suppose I dreamed about? That’s right, that Fred had a crazy stalker who wouldn’t leave us alone. All night long I dreamed about this psycho doing her psycho stalking things, and I woke up all stressed out until I realized it had been a dream.
(That is, I hope it was a dream – if Fred’s got a stalker, she’s staying pretty well-hidden so far. That, or she’s scared that if she breaks into the house, Tubby will eat her.)
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I rented and watched 
From reader Tania in Australia
From Kim, who just got back from Disney World
And from reader Christy in Massachusetts, I got my new favorite bumper sticker:
Now all I need is a little yellow Beetle to stick it to.
Thanks, Tania, Kim, and Christy – I know I don’t have to tell y’all how much I love to get mail!
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The reason this entry is going up so late today is because after I got done running my errands, it was time to eat. By the time I got done eating, it was time to log my food for yesterday on my Diaryland site, and by the time I was done with THAT, it was time to watch Dr. Phil.
Yes, I’ve starting watching the 
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A snippet of a conversation Fred and I had while laying on the bed yesterday after dinner:
Fred (as if narrating a book): “She was a bitter-butted woman….”
Robyn: “No, even better! A bitter butted bitch!” Pause. “That would be a good url. BitterButtedBitch.com.”
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Another snippet:
Fred: “I haven’t written a funny entry in a while. Nothing funny has happened to me.” He turned and looked at me expectantly. I felt pressured to perform a tap dance or say something funny. Under the pressure, I buckled and responded the only way I could.
I farted.
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You know what sucks? Even if you’ve washed every single piece of clothing in the house, just by the fact that you’re wearing clothes while you’re doing the laundry means that there’s ALREADY more laundry to be done. Those nudists have the right idea. No doubt the whole idea of nudism was thought up by a woman who was sick of getting the laundry done only to find out that the dirty-clothes basket was half-full again.
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I had way too much fun with the camera’s self-timer function this morning. After taking a bunch of pictures of Fred last week and having them come out really well, it occurred to me that I didn’t really have any decent ones of myself. So after I showered, I blew my hair out straight (straight-ish, anyway), put on some makeup, and starting taking pictures.
After many inquisitive squawks from Miz Poo, I snatched her up for a picture. Naturally, she wasn’t looking anywhere in the direction of the camera.
I took an incredible amount of pictures of myself in the green shirt before switching over to the yellow, flashing the camera along the way…
Due to the fact that that’s a very sheer bra I’m wearing, I had to do a bit of cropping. I don’t think I want my nipples all over the internet, thankyouverymuch.
These two were, in my opinion, the best of the lot. It doesn’t surprise me that I look better in yellow, even though it was a cheap $10 shirt from Target that was not, despite appearances, bursting at the seams because of my boobs. Those gaps are there whether the shirt’s being worn or not.
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With that one, you just never know. (I’ve probably used that top picture before, but pretend you’ve never seen it)
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I was on the phone with Fred yesterday, having quickly gotten out of the shower to answer the phone.
I think he has a camera hidden somewhere in the bathroom, and when I’m in the shower, an alarm goes off and tells him to call me immediately.
As we talked, I ran a comb through my hair.
“Blah de blah blah,” Fred said.
“Blah de?” I replied.
“Blah.”
“Oh. Hang on, I’m switching ears,” I said, and transferred the phone from my right ear to my left, so that I could comb the right side of my hair.
Follow?
“Okay,” I said. There were a few moments of silence.
“Are you there?” Fred asked.
“Yeah, why?” I said.
“Because it got all quiet. I had been hearing music in the background, but suddenly didn’t hear anything.”
“Well, that’s because I switched ears,” I pointed out reasonably.
“Oh, right,” he said. There were a few more moments of silence before he spoke again. I finished combing my hair and headed into the bedroom.
“Plus,” he said with great seriousness, “I’m really hungry.”
Confused, I stopped my movement across the room. I thought back over the past few sentences and wondered if something had gone over my head.
“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked curiously.
A pause, and then he started giggling. “I don’t know why I put it like that…”
We laughed about that for quite a little while, like the goofballs we are. I’m usually the one who does dorky, doofy things like that, so when someone else does, it’s a refreshing change.
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Last night after Fred went to bed (which is when things really get lively around here, yessir), I decided to take a bath.
Oh, don’t give me that shocked look.
So after starting the water running, I poked through the dresser drawer where I keep my bath stuff, and came across a Lush massage bar.
But I didn’t actually realize that it was a massage bar, and even though I know that now, I’m not certain what you’re supposed to do with a massage bar – just rub it into your skin, or what?
Anyway, once the water was to the level and temperature of my liking, I got in – DAMN I love the feeling of getting into a warm bath when I’m cold – and tossed the massage bar into the water.
The massage bar, in case you didn’t bother to go look at it on the Lush page, is half dark chocolate and half peppermint-scented cocoa butter (or something like that), and not two minutes after I dropped it into the warm bath water, chocolate started covering the surface of the water. And attaching itself to the side of the tub, and to myself. Within five minutes, it looked like I was bathing in a tub of
You know what? I don’t think I need to type that nasty, nasty word. You know what melted chocolate looks like, and you know what it could be mistaken for. And you’re probably eating while you’re reading this, so I’m not going to spell it out for you, mm’kay?
You’re welcome.
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Something on the floor?…
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