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Personal Note: You know this is how it started ...
A contractor has come and gone, and I am left with an enormous mechanical symbiote attached to the furnace. Theoretically it will simply pump much-needed moisture into the air, but it's got so much inherent personality that I keep imagining it's sending subliminal messages through the ductwork (e.g. "We are Humidifier of Borg. Aridity is futile. You will be saturated.") But as long as the dang thing keeps my mucous membranes happy, I am happy to welcome our new HVAC overlords.
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So that's what Mom's personal humidifier is saying. No wonder I get shivers when I walk through its vapor.
Psst: I almost have another chapter of the Fuhrer's tea party done....
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Come to the dark side -- we have moisturizer. :-)
Oh, but how much nicer it is to wake up pain-free in the mucous membranes. They're still complaining a bit, but I think that's residual damage. Maybe it'll actually heal up before spring this year and everything will be roses and sunshine.
Psst: I almost have another chapter of the Fuhrer's tea party done....
Wheee! Looking forward to that! Has it morphed at all in view of canon events, or is it still proceeding on its own merry way?
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Mmmm...that's almost worth giving up...er...do you have any idea how much moisturizer I already have?
Has it morphed at all in view of canon events, or is it still proceeding on its own merry way?
Would you believe a little of both?