You don't sing me love songs, you don't bring me flowers...

Is it a bad sign to be quoting Neil Diamond? I have been a wee bit out of sorts and grumpy and un-bloggy. But I think I am better now. *I* have NOT been OxyCleaning my house, however.

I HAVE gotten a rug for my bedroom. Shhhhh, don't tell H, I trash-picked it. It cost a hundred bucks to have it cleaned thoroughly, but other than a few very small moth-damaged bits, it is in fabulous shape. It looks great in the bedroom, with all the bookshelves and pale colors. I just need to paint the trimwork now.


Baby sold separately.



AND witness - Big Boy Underwear! Seggie is now potty-trained. He has even gone three nights with a dry bed! Yay, Seg! Although why oh why did I not buy stock in Pampers when I had the chance?



AND I ventured into that hell, the swimsuit department, and I found a swimsuit that doesn't exactly make me look like, say, Christie Brinkley, but since I don't look like Christie on my best day ("Will I ever play the piano again, doc?") I am ok with the fact that I look all right in it, and I have not frightened any small children at the pool. That I know of.
Notice I did not show you a picture of the actual purchased swimsuit. Because it is skirted. Now, I know skirts on swimsuits are VERY in this year, and it's not a frumpy old-lady skirt but a cute little black straight one, but since I used to make fun of people who wore skirted bathing suits, I am going to pretend I didn't reveal that to you.



In other news, Sarah Louise went to visit her parents this weekend. And she brought ME back a present. A very cool present. Any of you who are expecting various mailings from me may anticipate them being sealed with my - ahem - royal seal.


And look at the cool wax stick. It's almost too pretty to use up.


I consider myself a bit of a Luddite when it comes to writing implements and stationery and letter-writing/sending implements. I can spend hours browsing through office supply places, stationers, heck, the school supplies aisle of Giant Eagle. I have long maintained that the Victorian custom of the lady of the house retiring to her morning room to deal with correspondence (and menu-planning) should be brought back. I would LOVE to swan around my morning room (perhaps wearing those furry slipper thingeys). So anyway, I think that this little shop, from whence my cool present came, would be totally my cup of tea.


Another view. Because it is JUST. SO. COOL.



And last - but most definitely NOT least - I returned the books to the library. Well, most of them. Seg peed on the one Titanic book. So we are going to have to replace that one. I have no doubt that some people would have just swabbed it off and put it in the book bin and no one would be any the wiser. Having said THAT, I may never borrow a library book again. No, no, kidding. I'll take my chances. Besides, reliable sources tell me that urine is sterile.