Wow, no new threats waiting for me when I got up at noon yesterday or today!

Yay, you killed James! This is what someone on the Book Mania was telling me in regards to We’ll Meet Again Someday.

I got a kick out of that one. Even funnier than that is that James and I are now friends on FB.

I learned long ago that when I want extra money on the spot, all I have to do is sell something. And I’m in the mood to get selling! I still want a memory foam topper for the bed, and we want this Nu-Oven cooker that has tons of amazing reviews and seems like it’d be an awesome thing to have. These things would cost about $110 at Walmart. Well, I have a few dolls I’m kinda sick of, so I was thinking of eBaying them. We’ll see.

I was surprised to find that a bikini I’d forgotten all about that had been buried deep in my closet now fits great! Haven’t worn it since I was in my late 20s. The top was slightly small, but still wearable enough, as even Tom agreed. It would’ve been a big hit at the topless bars I danced at in the early 90s with my boobies half-spilled out like they were! Can you believe I’m “sick” enough to print that? Or am I just brave?

After having to deal with a slew of annoying sales calls and wrong numbers when waiting for the flooring to sell, we turned off the ringers on both the cell and the landline. Hope we’re not missing anything important, but anyone who may call with anything important could leave us a message or email us.

Oh, and Swagbucks has turned out to be a scam. At least a partial one anyway. They deactivated my account which they say could be for several reasons, such as having more than one account per household, violating terms and conditions, etc. Except I’ve been sticking to the rules accordingly and have said so in my complaint to them, but they’ve been blowing me off so far. I think it’s just a convenient way to make money while saving it at the same time. They take some people that are about to cash in and then deactivate them. There are tons of scams and shady business practices going on these days. You know I’m not allowed to make money anyway. Somebody’s gotta be God’s designated little poor-assed bum. Ah, but He blesses me in other areas!