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You put on a pair of rubber gloves. Then over top of those, you put on a pair of exfoliating gloves:
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These things. Use whatever cleaning solution you like and scrub away with your palms; you can use your fingers to get in little crevicey bits. Works about 20 million times better than a scrub brush; also not as hard on the wrists. And cheap! You can get these gloves at dollar stores.
ninja'd from [ profile] ladyjanelly, who stole it from [ profile] realpestilence, who swiped it from [ profile] tigriswolf...

Grab the nearest book.
Open the book to page 56.
Go to the third paragraph.
Find the fifth sentence.

Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.

Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

"We have had no choice but to release the skeletal remains for burial, since it appears no trial will ever be held."

Dead Men Do Tell Tales, William R. Maples Ph.D. and Michael Browning.

This was at the top of the teetering stack on my night table; my idea of light bedtime reading is a little forensic anthropology, since if I start a fiction book I'll be up reading it all night.

RL updatey stuff, cut for the sake of your flist... )
Come home from my CPR-C & AED course, turn on the TV, what's the first thing I see? Someone doing CPR. Incorrectly.

AHAHAHA! The irony is delicious.

*sigh* I am SOOO tired. All the kneeling, and the chest compressions. But I got to play with a defibrillator. That was pretty cool. And I passed, which is also good, because it would suck to have to pay (again) to take it (again).

Also my ex-boyfriend had a baby. Well, not him. Obviously. His wife did the actual having of the baby. Me and the Muse went up to the hospital to say hi. He's a nice guy and I've known him since dinosaurs roamed the earth, so it was only somewhat awkward. And by somewhat I mean excruciatingly.

When someone tells you that for the rest of their lives, they would leave whoever they were with for a chance to be with you...and they've already done it once...and you broke their heart into itty-bitty three times... Hi, guilt! Will you be staying long? What's that? Forever, you say? Yeah.

Wroted a li'l fic yesterday; if I don't fall asleep I will beta and post it tonight.

*smishes you all*


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