Commute Happy

I bought this from the Container Store. That, my friend, is the gift from the Commuter Gods. I am a sleeper on the bus. I usually put my head forward and stay put that way all the way to Downtown. On the way home, I usually lean back on my fleece scarf if I have the front seat, or sideway on the seat with back support. Either way, my neck wasn’t happy about the strain. Comfort Creature Travel Buddy Pillow may be for kids, but I really don’t care when it’s this comfy. It has machine-washable soft fleece cover and...
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So I think I can dance

I used to dance. I’m not particularly good at it, as in I could never go to Juilliard, but I wasn’t horrible. This might come to surprise to some, but I used to be THE choreographer at school back in my days.  Mainly because nobody else would risk the embarrassment to do the job, while I, on the other hand, have no concept of shame. There wasn’t a school show I didn’t dance in or choreographed or both.  I was in every Christmas pageant since kindergarten.  I was on the “dance team”, a handful of dancers teachers would call on...
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Sacrebleu!

Zut, je suis bon! Frenchy can correct what Google Translate told me to say. Foux du feh! That’s Brandon’s birthday party invite. He’s a rat. This year is his 3rd cycle. Important to me, not much to him, but given the past few months of emotional roller coasters on his part, this boy needs a good party....
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Experimenting

I am going to try out a new template here. So if you happen by and see all sorts of craziness, please know that it’s self-inflicted. Thanks! ETA: I like the look and the color now, swapping out the fader pink and gray for the bolder pink and black.  The sidebar elements are still a bit problematic but I’ll get to that tomorrow.  At least everything is in its proper place....
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