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In today’s edition of

Just ‘Cause You Used Spell Check, Don’t Mean it’s Right

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All New! Trail Mix for Lawyers.

Five Things You’re Probably Not Doing With Five Things You Probably Have

Second thing: Table Salt. I know you have this; no excuses.

Here’s five things you can do:

  1. dump a teaspoon or so on the bottom of that pot while you’re scrubbing it to add scouring power.
  2. pour one cup into your waste disposal and start the water and the motor to freshen and remove deposits.
  3. Amazing stain remover (like on those pit-stains). 2 tablespoons salt to 1 cup hot water.
  4. body scrub: salt alone or mixed with an essential oil and olive oil to scrub your body in the tub.
  5. apparently it absorbs oil. pour some into that oily pan before washing, wait a few minutes and then scrape into the waste.

So, you know how when you begin entering your search terms into google, it shows you a drop down box with possible options? I was having trouble remembering some of the things you can use salt for, so I began to google  household things you can do with salt. By the time I had typed in  household things, here’s what the drop down box showed.

household things that get you high

household things to smoke

household things you can smoke

household things to smoke out of

household things to get high

household things that can get you high

household things that you can get high off of

household things that you can smoke to get high

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So, yeah….

You might have noticed that I didn’t blog yesterday. You would be right. I went on holiday. According to my original terms for this “every day of the year” dealeo, i did give myself the caveats of “forgetting” or “going on holiday”. Yes, I’m British. God Save the Queen!

Arg. Violet is under my chair grunting. She crawls over the chair rungs; gets high-centered; and consequently gets very mad at me (weird, huh?)

Something Funny I Just Noticed: “blog” is not in the dictionary on wordpress. Why? (yes, I may sometimes use “spellcheck”).

Anyway, yesterday we went to a great little city to spend the night in our favorite hotel. I’d tell you where and what, but if you’re a serial stalker i don’t want you knowing. For you local yokels, the name of the city rhymes with Dellingham, and the hotel..doesn’t really rhyme. Today we ate lunch served from the inside of a double decker bus that’s been converted to a fish-and-chips shop. (that’s a sentence I’ll never write again)

But enough chit-chat. This blog goes out to Melissa. You see, tomorrow Melissa is having a surprise party at my parents house. I say this for two reasons. 1: she probably won’t read this in time to ruin the surprise. 2. I have this thing with ruining surprises. Not on purpose, mind you; I just become so completely absorbed in the keeping of them that they are constantly on the tip of my tongue. Case in point: When I was 12, one of my friend’s older sisters was having a surprise party. When I saw her shortly after finding out this great secret, I said (and this was purely to make conversation, because i am an awkward sort of person), “So, I hear you’re having a surprise party!”

Happy Birthday Melissa, I hope you are surprised.

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