A rebuttal to the sheepshead of this household.

While I did indeed comment about needing a shoe rack downstairs, unfortunately my remark was timed just as he was settling down to write a journal update. I haven't got a revolving shoe rack filling my upstairs closet. But I do have at least five pairs of shoes downstairs and it looks untidy. I hate being untidy.

As for the Sims -- argh, my association with that game is entirely his fault. I lived a happy, peaceful existence before I encountered it six months into our marriage. Notice that Rob forgot to mention how when he went with me to the store to get it, he commented to his EQ friends that he had to go -- if he got me that game I'd then leave him alone for the rest of the weekend.

Men.

Anyway, I see a peep of sunshine out back. I'm going to see if it's warm enough on the steps to toast my legs. One of the problems with self-tanning creams is the smell and so today I have not reapplied any and I'm fading. Our convention comes too early in the year for me to have a natural sunny glow and it'll be too hot to hide my legs in long pants, hence I must sun when possible.