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Oh cool. The thirteenth is Roald Dahl Day and also the man's ninetieth birthday. Or, anniversary of his birth, as he died in November of 1990.

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I still say that waking up with a headache you didn't go to sleep with is *unfair*. But, the complaint dept. never gets back to me.

Luckily, it seems to have gone away. This pleases me to no end.

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I have a confession to make.

I want to see a movie remade. Yes. I know. But there's a good reason.

I recently finished rereading A Tree Grows In Brooklyn (read it when I was a child...I'm convinced that I had an adapted version or somesuch, because I don't remember reading the last half of the book...and I have pretty good recall wrt rereading.) and think it deserves a movie.

The original movie with Dorothy McGuire & Joan Blondell was hands down wonderful. But it only told part of the book. A film or mini-series that covers the whole thing would be *great*. So, yeah...someone should see to that. *grin*

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Jeeze but the grump factor is on high in this house today. Feh on that.

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And, of course, this means that my internal monologue is set to grump, which is why I'm mentally yelling at the Ikea site and asking them *why* they don't have the silver veneer for the Billy bookcases (still makes me think of Billy the gay doll, which is odd, 'cause it could make me think of Billy Idol or Billy the Kid. Doesn't.) and why the single bookcase I liked was over two hundred dollars.

I'm tempted to just do the board and cinder block thing, which I have to admit I *rocked* the first year Jeff and I were married, but we stopped using them when Sammy was eight months old (which was when we moved) and we were worried about her trying to pull up on them and actually pulling them down on her. I figure, we'd have the same worries wrt futurebaby, so we might as well get more actual bookcases. Oh darn. ;)

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I *did* find a very nice bookcase that I'm planning to get for Sam's room. The Henvisk case. I like the way it looks, and figure it'll go with whichever bed she ends up getting with little problem.

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I like This one, which is called Leksvik, but it looks like something for the kitchen, not for buying a bunch of and making half the living room into a library. Once I get the kitchen table and chairs set up to my liking, I'll have to see if there's room for something like this. It'd be *great* for cookbooks, and I've always wanted a bookcasey/hutchy type thing in my kitchen.

I've also always wanted a pot rack (my mom had one when I was a kid, I think I imprinted on it.;) but I'm skeered it'll fall on my head. I content myself with a pot & pan closet.

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Innnnterested subject header. "Save on simple and elegant gifts" from Tupperware. I don't know, they may have some things that are supremely elegant. It's just that, when I think elegant, Tupperware isn't the first thing that comes to mind. It *is* the first thing that comes to mind when I think "burping kitchenware". So, you can see the impediment to elegance. Or at least to mapping Tupperwear to Elegance. *Grin*

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Okay, dinner's ready and an ancient ep of Antiques Roadshow is on (I wonder how much the ep would be worth *on* Antiques Roadshow?;), so I'm going to stop typing...now.

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Oh cool. The thirteenth is Roald Dahl Day and also the man's ninetieth birthday. Or, anniversary of his birth, as he died in November of 1990.

~~~

I still say that waking up with a headache you didn't go to sleep with is *unfair*. But, the complaint dept. never gets back to me.

Luckily, it seems to have gone away. This pleases me to no end.

~~~

I have a confession to make.

I want to see a movie remade. Yes. I know. But there's a good reason.

I recently finished rereading A Tree Grows In Brooklyn (read it when I was a child...I'm convinced that I had an adapted version or somesuch, because I don't remember reading the last half of the book...and I have pretty good recall wrt rereading.) and think it deserves a movie.

The original movie with Dorothy McGuire & Joan Blondell was hands down wonderful. But it only told part of the book. A film or mini-series that covers the whole thing would be *great*. So, yeah...someone should see to that. *grin*

~~~

Jeeze but the grump factor is on high in this house today. Feh on that.

~~~

And, of course, this means that my internal monologue is set to grump, which is why I'm mentally yelling at the Ikea site and asking them *why* they don't have the silver veneer for the Billy bookcases (still makes me think of Billy the gay doll, which is odd, 'cause it could make me think of Billy Idol or Billy the Kid. Doesn't.) and why the single bookcase I liked was over two hundred dollars.

I'm tempted to just do the board and cinder block thing, which I have to admit I *rocked* the first year Jeff and I were married, but we stopped using them when Sammy was eight months old (which was when we moved) and we were worried about her trying to pull up on them and actually pulling them down on her. I figure, we'd have the same worries wrt futurebaby, so we might as well get more actual bookcases. Oh darn. ;)

~~~

I *did* find a very nice bookcase that I'm planning to get for Sam's room. The Henvisk case. I like the way it looks, and figure it'll go with whichever bed she ends up getting with little problem.

~~~

I like This one, which is called Leksvik, but it looks like something for the kitchen, not for buying a bunch of and making half the living room into a library. Once I get the kitchen table and chairs set up to my liking, I'll have to see if there's room for something like this. It'd be *great* for cookbooks, and I've always wanted a bookcasey/hutchy type thing in my kitchen.

I've also always wanted a pot rack (my mom had one when I was a kid, I think I imprinted on it.;) but I'm skeered it'll fall on my head. I content myself with a pot & pan closet.

~~~

Innnnterested subject header. "Save on simple and elegant gifts" from Tupperware. I don't know, they may have some things that are supremely elegant. It's just that, when I think elegant, Tupperware isn't the first thing that comes to mind. It *is* the first thing that comes to mind when I think "burping kitchenware". So, you can see the impediment to elegance. Or at least to mapping Tupperwear to Elegance. *Grin*

~~~

Okay, dinner's ready and an ancient ep of Antiques Roadshow is on (I wonder how much the ep would be worth *on* Antiques Roadshow?;), so I'm going to stop typing...now.