Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

It’s got a lot of flash.

For some reason that first picture makes it look like there are a lot of inclusions, but I think it’s a reflection from the rock it’s sitting on.

Don’t be a pussy. Do a line.

Michael Moore’s Bodyguard Arrested on Airport Gun Charge – “Filmmaker Michael Moore’s bodyguard was arrested for carrying an unlicensed weapon in New York’s JFK airport Wednesday night.”

The stone (in a placeholder) and the setting. I get it on Wednesday.

frank – you might want to think about taking Sterling off the website. With her and Andrea and Amanda gone, there’s not really anyone pretty enough or with a good enough body to pass as her.
A strange page in another language with some unbearably cute pictures of animals.
Hallmarks of Felinity made me laugh so hard, I think I snorted. Just a little.
Do you look like your dog?
Did you know that Morrissey foretold the death of Princess Di? (Please secure AFDB before clicking link.)

After careful consideration I decided that I wanted a white diamond, one that is really sparkly. Compounding this was the fact that I found a really pretty setting, which may or may not work, at my local jeweler. I ended up getting a square cut cushion-shaped stone, which I paid for today and will either get here tomorrow or the next day.

That’s not my hand, it’s someone at Good Old Gold where I bought the stone. They were really, really helpful about everything, and their website has some of the most complete information of any diamond vendor, ever.

Here’s another picture:

Mama like.

Hub and I have a week in May in which it is his birthday, my birthday, and our wedding anniversary. We’ve gone to New Orleans a couple of times for our annual vacation during this week. We’re going to go back again this year. I’ve been doing a lot of reading about area hotels and the Maison Orleans sounded really nice. It’s actually the club level of the Ritz Carlton; the rooms are 450 square feet (bigger than my first apartment!) and they serve 5 light meals a day in the club lounge, 24 hour room service, a menu of different bathtub goodies, etc. At $479/night, which is the best I could find it for, it was completely out of the running. That was the best rate I could find anywhere online. I decided to call them to find out if they had any discounts. The worst they could do was say no, right? So I asked if I could get a better rate. First she offered me $389/night. I said I’d have to think about it. Then I asked if I was calling too early to get any seasonal discounts. She said she’d check again, saying she felt a little like Harry Potter, trying to coax magic out of the computer. Look, a better rate – $335/night. That was interesting, but I was still hoping for better. She said to wait, she had one other thing she could check. Then gasped. “Can you believe this?” she said. $195/night. Sold!

Nothing, but NOTHING, tickles me better than getting a really good deal. And all I had to do was ask nicely. I’m still gloating, hours later. I think I’m going to have to book a spa day for my birthday.

That didn’t take very long. Between enabling non-registered users to post comments and now, a grand total of 8 minutes, I got 3 spams. Oy gevalt.