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• You guys. Blogrolling isn't coming back, is it? I'm going to have to recreate my blogroll by hand, aren't I? Bah, humbug.



• Typepade is doing some kind of funky upgrade, huh? Jody, Lisa, Elizabeth, I can't comment on your blogs anymore. Dunno why. So no commenting for me. I guess that's why God invented email. And Facebook.



• Self-revelatory memes are making the Facebook rounds. Given that a good 20% of my friends list is comprised of family members, I am SO not writing any confessional memes there. Maybe I'll do it here.



• I'm tired of ice and snow. Right, I know, the rest of you just love it. I'm so special. But I am very, very, very tired of it.



• We had the plumbers out here for two days in a row and made the happy, pleasant discovery that we are eventually (later rather than sooner, I hope) going to have to do Massive Plumbing Work. Like, the kind you have to tear up the street for.



• I am feeling pissy about this. I am feeling pissy about a lot of things. I am feeling pissy that we were such good, model citizens, lived within our means, didn't take on excess levels of debt, made do with less, etc., etc. And what was our reward? Most of the money we saved has vanished -- poof! -- and what remains will go towards fun things like fixing the plumbing. Awesome.



• Honestly? I know the current zeitgeist is to beat one's breast and bemoan all the ways one spent instead of saved during the good times. But I wish we'd spent more and saved less. I wish we'd used that now-vanished money for... something. Anything. Like to fix up something about this gazillion-year-old house besides the freaking plumbing. There is nothing whatsoever satisfying or joyful about fixing the damn plumbing.



• This is a continuing theme in my life, being a good girl and then wishing, afterwards, that I'd acted up more. After college, I wished I had done less homework and more drugs.



• So what have we learned, class? I know: being perpetually prepared for the bad times does not ACTUALLY give you any sense of comforting self-righteousness when the bad times finally arrive. It just makes you pissy and resentful that you didn't have a better time back while everyone else was.



• On that note. If my feed suddenly updates a billion times, just ignore it and assume I'm working on the freaking blogroll, okay?

Edited to add: MOM! Jody is blaming me for everything that's wrong with the world, and I can't even defend myself! [Shaking fist] Damn you, Typepad!