Teased to perfection

I just can't leave my hair alone this week!

I have arrived at the Lair of the Squirl. We are plotting evil together, the kind of evil that only sisters can conjure. I shall have many, many pictures to post after tomorrow (and no, if I told you what we have planned tomorrow, that would ruin the surprise).

So, for the moment, as we await the arrival of Ichabod and the subsequent exodus to din-din, I shall attempt to address some snippets of somethings and nothings:

• Songs I can't stop listening to this week: White Stripes' Blue Orchid, Doorbell, Little Ghost, and Denial Twist (thanks, Jess!)
  
• The doc gave me some Xanax yesterday for Bitch Pills. He told me to take a half at a time. I saw those tiny little pills and thought, "Yeah, right, a half won't even register in this body." So I took a half. And an hour later I was snorin' on the couch. And I wasn't bitchy. And thus, my complete lack of input here last night. Uh, oops?
  
• Snickers had completely emptied the bathroom trash in the front room when I stopped by the house after work today on my way out to Squirl's place. I know I should have scolded him and cleaned it up, but I did neither. I knew I wouldn't see my precious little baby again until Sunday, so I left the tissues on the floor and gave him biscuits. Jim will likely kick my ass when I come home.
• There are three of us in Squirl's apartment now, all on our own computers. This is a Gaggle of Geeks. At least it's not a goddamn hootenanny.