bits of friday randomness

So I have this fireplace, right, but I can't use it because the flue is rusted shut or some such bothersome thing. And I would climb up there to do the unsticking, except for the high probability of crawly things in there, slithering about with their freakishly uneven legs. {Seriously, if their legs could just be one designated length, I'd have a much higher tolerance for them and for our forced cohabitation.}

So anyway, I know normal people would pay a chimney-sweep or flue-fixer or whomever they are, but we are operating on a lean budget, and a fire on my hearth falls altogether outside the realm of "needs." So. If you happen to be good at wriggling up chimneys, I can't pay you, but I will write a really nice post about you. Just throwing that out there.

On other housely matters, I've been tidying mine for the relatives tomorrow. {If you are one of those relatives, this is a very general tidying...sweeping, mopping, vacuuming...so you may want to lower your expectations a bit. Okay, a tiny bit more.

Um, lower.

One more time. There, now we're good.} And while I'm in the tidying mood, I thought I'd clean up around here too. I'm weeding out comatose blogs from my linkage to the right...which basically means that if you haven't posted for several months, your link will disappear. But fear not; if you decide to start blogging again, just holler my way and I'll reappear you. Because I'm, you know, magic like that.

{Exception: if you are related to me, you get to be as comatose as you'd like without losing your link. I figure that anyone who buys me Christmas presents is above weeding.)

And the last bit of randomness: I've been walking about the house humming "How 'Bout Them Cowgirls." Kind of catchy.

Happy weekend! Go forth and be spontaneously odd. Or deliberately odd. Either way.