Monday

Having no money sucks.  I have tried to subscribe to the blog "I Will Teach You To Be Rich", but the confirmation never shows up  in my email.  Dirty money-grubbing lizards. 

The palms of my hands have itched SO severely in the last several weeks that they are almost raw. In fact, in one particularly torturous spot, it is indeed raw. But still no money. Even paydays aren't money any more, I'm being paid in seashells and acorns. Hell, the seashells are mostly imports, since we haven't seen a coastline here in West By God since ohhhh, about the Paleolithic?  I know that's not right, and some literal-minded soul out there is pulling out their hair and screaming NOOOO!!! NOOO!!!!  It's Pleistocene!"  Or some other equally plastic-sounding name.  Honestly, doesn't Pleistocene make you think of Bakelite?  Eh, maybe it's just me.

So I don't know where all this money is coming from, maybe my witchy-fu is just broken or something.

That Ramit Sethi has some pretty sound, interesting ideas about wealth.  I think I like him.  And I wanna read him.  I might have to just add his RSS to my yahoo page or somesuch. 

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I was wandering about a link I found through harlotbrady because I love old fashioned housewivery, even when I don't indulge in same.

And I stumbled across something that gave me a green-girl-gasm.   I MUST NEEDS HAVE A TROLLEY DOLLY. 

It goes onto the wish list at once.



OMG.