After laboring bordering on going wacko over GUBYL, Mike finally said, The word is in a form you may not be thinking of. Okay, that helps :--- So, finally, I said, It's not BULGY, is it? He said, YES! Oh, for Corn's sake. I thought of bulgy earlier on the day before, but when I checked Webster, bulgy wasn't mentioned. Whoever heard of BULGY? Bulging, yes. Bulgy, no. So, of course, I had to Google it and come to find out bulgy means "having a bulge, or bulges." Brilliant. It also happens to be the name of the double-decker bus in the Thomas the Train outfit. Listen, in the JUMBLE directions it says, Unscramble these letters to form ordinary words. HA! Honestly, this had better not happen again anytime soon . . . JUMBLE boys, beware.

I forced myself to go shopping again tonight. Mike, happily, needs new dress shirts for work, so TJMaxx was my destination. Target is right there, too. Well, I found two nice shirts for Mike. By the way, let me insert that my dressy, ruffled $188.00 blouse for $20.00, I happily report that it is superb. It really has that something special.

Well, I was only feeling half alive tonight, so it was way too much effort, when I parked at Target, to reach over to the passenger seat to snatch up my coupon purse, which is separate and distinct from my purse-purse. I convinced myself that I wouldn't need it, I would stick to my list and the chosen coupons already in my purse. No sooner did I get to the detergent aisle, than I saw a posted note, Buy Tide and one other targeted thing and get a $5 gift card for Target. Oh, no! That sounded really good, since the Tide was already Price Cut. Back out to the car. Back to the Tide. Now guess what? I discovered that my big wad of December coupons, that has Tide and Bounty coupons, was not in the little coupon purse. Oh, no, baby, they were back at home where I left them on the counter after picking out the December coupons I was going to use tonight. So, I decided I would have to come back to Target later in the week to buy my Tide. I shopped and checked out, noticing the young cashier was having trouble scanning my coupons. I got home and guess what? Yeah, that's right, over $5 of my coupons never registered. So, what will Customer Service do about this? I cringe to know, as I find that Target is not especially customer friendly. AND THIS, my friends is why coupons should be banned, declared illegal and deleted from the planet from this day forth and forevermore (I've been saying this for years).

Our Christmas tree is inside. That is all that happened today, it came inside to it's cozy little corner in the living room. But I worked hard in the living room today. Every day, I have to clean something 'cause I made the deep plunge to schedule the window cleaners for Monday. Now, one has to tidy up for the window cleaners, everyone knows that.

My friend was telling me about her fabulous wool pillow that her son took on a road trip this summer. It got lost. Then it got found a few days ago. It was in a car trunk all this time, where rain leaked in and molded it, but good. My friend is the Research Queen, so she called the wool company and asked what to do. They said wash it but if there are still black spots, then you will have to chuck it, because black spots, even after washed, indicate the mold is still hanging around.

Well. Let me tell you my little story. I have the bad habit of using old wash cloths for hand mopping the floor, but then letting them fester in the laundry room sink for who knows how long, instead of washing them on the spot, there's the bad habit part. Why do I do this? I guess I'm waiting for a big load of rags. So, I see that some of them mold and I put them through the inferno cycle on the machine. They come out looking . . . eh, not so spanky, but at least the mold seems calmed down. So, this last time I said, That's it, this bunch of rags offers one last round of service before they are killed. So, I dampen them, clean the dirty old floor, one rag at a time, and then that rag hits the trash. Well, one wet rag didn't get used before Target, and after Target I went to pick it up and you wanna know what? It had all these big inky black spots, that, I assure you, were not visible to that extent when the rag came out of the dryer. But they were hidden in there (sneaky) and the water resurrected them in about 3 hours. I'm telling you, the mold spots were black blobs the size of quarters, huge polka dots, which I had never seen before. Incredible. And TOTALLY GROSS. So now I know, and I had already decided that new rags were required and I bought them tonight. Honestly, I keep things for WAY TOO LONG. And tonight I read an article about knowing when things aren't working and to get rid of the old to make room for the new. The article was the weekly dissertation of Debra Lynn Dadd, the Green Living expert. I just happened to catch up on email and read that tonight. Good timing, good-bye scary old moldy rags.

Time for a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. Last night I ate two custard cups and I immediately felt better. Mike had one custard for lunch, then when he left, I had the last two custard cups. Tonight when Mike scanned the fridge for a custard cup, there weren't any. Well, that is just too bad, custard was calling me and I heeded the call. Mike is out of his Ginger Sandwich Creme Cookies, that he is addicted to, I might add.

Custard KEM