Not sure if this link was offered up in the urban decay discussion.

Okay. Workie time.

I have to make a haircut appointment ASAP. I haven't had my hair cut since Halloween, and it's finally gotten to that "waaaay too long" stage.

In our old house, one of the showers was just up against an exterior wall (with a window!!) so there were just two shower curtains, one hanging in the normal spot, and one against the opposite wall.

My last two apartments had this, but luckily, the tub was big enough that I didn't have suckage on my body issues. At my last apartment, the window was boarded up, but it overlooked the back stairway leading up from the alley. Very strange layout to that apartment.

I much prefer my more modern current apartment, with an interior bathroom with a lot more square footage than all of my other apartments' bathrooms had.

She a widow now.

LA LA LA

Our last place had the sticky shower curtain issue. DH is tall and burly and it while the curtain annoyed me, it drove him batshit. After going the magnets route, we got a teflonized fabric one at Target and that actually helped. It draped better and was less interested in glomming onto us. Now we have a separate shower and tub, which totally RULES.

I just realized I have yet to use the jacuzzi tub in the new apartment. Maybe if I'm feeling indulgent and pamper-able tonight.

And you need sweaters, because Chicago is crazy cold.

Yes. Because I just went outside, and that was painful. I'm hoping that it gets above freezing next week so I don't have to go to my concerts wearing a parka and mukluks.

It's supposed to warm up this weekend, getting up to 35 or so by next Tuesday. Tonight will be bitter cold though, so wrap up!

In pet news, the cat who stowed away on a plane.

Gracie Mae had crawled into Seth Levy's black suitcase undetected, been put through an X-ray machine, loaded onto an airplane, thrown onto a baggage claim conveyor belt and picked up by a stranger.

I got a tour of Tim's remodeled place (well, basically rebuilt from ground up to a third story).

There's a sunken jacuzzi with....wait for it...a fireplace in front of it.

Don't get me started on the underground bunker. No, I'm not kidding. There's a bunker.

I think I could move in and he wouldn't notice I was there for like, months.

Jacuzzi + fireplace? I... guess that's like putting a space heater in front of your bathtub, right? Except fireplaces can't electrocute you.

There's a sunken jacuzzi with....wait for it...a fireplace in front of it.

A significant other is just gratuitous at that point.