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I've been neglecting my posting duties over here at Calling Dr. Bombay in favor of the just as fascinating world of Facebook.

 

Thanks to Facebook, I've reconnected with my several of my cousins as well as an old high-school friend (Hello Ed!). 

 

I thought he had fallen off the face of the earth only to find him on Facebook. I've known Clark or "Ed" as he preferred to be called, since the 4th grade and am so glad to be back in contact with him.  Air kisses for Ed!!

 

If you really need to talk to me, come find me on Facebook and if I'm feeling particularly generous that day I just might accept you as my friend!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just call me McScrooge

Last year I took a long, hard look at my spending habits and made a conscious decision to curb my shopping.  I thought it would be difficult, since up until the time Ifelldownthestairsandbrokemyleg, I was making weekly trips to Wal-Mart where I made frivolous, impulsive purchases.

 

Turns out, recovering from a broken leg seriously hinders lengthy shopping expeditions which in turn means less money spent.  I also took sister-in-law Jenny's credo of not buying anything on credit.  If I can't pay cash I don't purchase. Even Christmas, 95% of my Christmas purchases were made online and paid for through PayPal which is directly linked to my bank account.

 

The upshot of all this thrift is that my bank account has grown very healthy and I've turned into a bit of a miser who likes to call the 1-800 number for my bank and check my account balance nearly every day.

 

And to give you fair warning, It also make me less likely to buy you pretty things for your birthday!!

 

but i loosened the lid

Sometimes an independent girl just needs a little help opening a jar of spaghetti sauce.

Do your balls hang low?

Do your balls hang low? Do they swing to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot? Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you throw 'em o'er your shoulder like a Continental soldier?
Can you do the double shuffle when your balls hang low?

Remember a couple of months ago when I told you that Tom told me about a football player that had a staph infection that settled in his nether regions?

No?

Well he did and gullible ol' Jen fell for the story hook, line and sinker.

Turns out Tom was just yanking my chain.

So the other day when he told me about his friend who is cursed with a set of low-hanging balls I greeted the story with a great deal of scepticism.

I'm thinking that if and when I ever meet this person I simply must insist on a visual inspection.

the perfect letter

I prefer to write rather than print.

 

My little 3yr old niece Verna can print better than I.

 

Truthfully my writing is not much better, but it has greatly improved since my high school days.

 

It always affords me great satisfaction when I can make a perfect looking letter.

 

In particular the letter "J".

 

When I pen the perfect "J" I always stop for a moment to bask in the glow of a well-executed letter. 

 

Which perfect letter makes you happy? 

 

Or am I the only one who gets all giddy over something this simple?

zappos

I just wanted to take a moment out of a crazy busy day to let you know that I placed an order with Zappos.com.

 

Sanna introduced us. 

 

I am in heaven! 

 

I got 5, count them, 5 pairs of shoes. 

 

Extravagant I know, but when you consider that I've been wearing the same pair of sneakers for almost two years it evens out.

 

One pair is orange and white.

 

For anyone who is still checking out Calling Dr. Bombay, Aunt Benita asked me "What did you get for Christmas that was orange?"

 

I personally received tangerine colored and flavored lip gloss from my sister.

 

But the bigger orange thing was the orange toaster oven that I got for Tom. 

 

He has been moaning for months that we needed a toaster oven and I have been resisting.  But when I saw the orange one at jcp.com I just had to have it.