Rubber Hands

I am trying to decide if my blog should go private. I'm split about 60/40, 60 for private, 40 for open. Sometimes it'd be kind of nice not to be kind all the time (in case someone finds something), but I don't think I'd be a very good person if I made this blog private so I could gossip. That would make me a Gossip Girl. Ohhh Gossip Girl starts on Monday. Please bless my landlord-roommate will let me watch it.

Now everything is 30/70 for staying open. You win.

Today I did all my grocery shopping, spent many many dollars. Somehow this resulted in my hands smelling like rubber and no, it won't come off, and YES I have washed my hands many many times today. I sacrificed my hands so you can now enjoy my fantastic and beautiful bedroom because I unpacked everything and put it in its' place. I will now lay in my fancy bed and read HP+TOOTP. Sweetest dreams and please bless my internet doesn't cut out.

And P.S.
Josh, don't look at this picture. You're supposed to be surprised when you get down here.


PPS
Ruby, you can tell Roberto (and yourself and the other angels who contributed) that the bedspread, navy pillow case, necklace hanger, and candle (far left) are thanks to you. Thanks!!!