I love jewelry. I know, people have such strong opinions on men and jewelry: not too much, not at work, not too big...whatever.
Chez Malaise is likely getting a new furnace (thank goodness we have two), and almost all of my tax refund is going towards that. But I've had my eye on Konstantino's Pegasus Ring for a bit now, so I'm thinking about skimming a little off the top (with no stones its surprisingly reasonable) and treating myself.
Speaking of taxes...Mine are very simple so I did them Friday night. AB May was scheduled about the furnace on Saturday morning so I thought it would be good to know what I've got coming. Turbo Tax made it a breeze as it always does. Then at the end it gave me the strangest option, to announce on Facebook that I'd finished my taxes. (I did, and Brett promptly liked it)
About Facebook. I resisted until just recently, in spite of invitations from everyone from Brett to my 73 year-old mother to people I used to work with. "It doesn't do anything" I said. Eventually I made myself a page, although I didn't tell anyone. Just as I suspected, friend requests started arriving from high school classmates. Not that I think thats bad, but it confirmed what I already believed, that Facebook functions mainly as a way to find people you went to school with.
It's been entertaining to see what people are up to, but I'm not sold. The status updates on people's games are annoying, and I've already had to unfriend someone who apparently spent Saturday night typing every single solitary thought into the status update box filling my screen with, uh, not much. Brett says you can hide things or people you don't necessarily want live updates on, but it's not readily apparent to me where those controls are and I'm not prepared to work very hard to find them.
I've yet to say no to a friend request, so if you can find me and want to be my friend, come on.