The good news is I tried my new immersion blender this evening, and it works great.

The bad news is I cut the shit out of my thumb while cleaning it afterwards. It doesn't need stitches, but I debated for awhile.

Cf, they probably should have had a warning notice to turn the blender off before cleaning it.

Funny thing is, they had warnings all over the thing to be careful when cleaning it, as the blade is extremely sharp. But I'm rather used to ignoring all those warnings that don't mean anything, y'know?

They need a "We really mean it this time" sticker. ;)

The good news is that the drive to work is completely free of traffic at 0100.

The bad news is that I am able to provide first person eyewitness testimony to verify it.

:zzz:

The good news is that the new toilet seat is installed.

The bad news is that I left my leatherman on the windowsill.

The good news is I've finished my part of the Arts Council submission this afternoon and can just coast.
The bad news is the Artistic Director hasn't finished her part. She's currently AWOL somewhere in the building. She has less than three hours as I'm working tonight and will not leave here late.

So instead of coasting I am fretting and very aware that I should be chasing her.

OOOH!

Bad news - it doesn't look as if my new bra will arrive until after the Beach Party in the pub on Saturday. Ditto my new flip flops.

Good news - the dress which will arrive tomorrow will look better with my new strapless bra - which has arrived. And I picked up a pair of cerise pumps in the charity shop for £3 which will do me all summer, and I can wear to the party!

Much better outcome than I expected :)

Flip flops?

The good news is flip flops are on sale for $1 per pair at Old Navy this weekend.

The bad news is our daughter might find out.

Mrs. Dallas and Miss Dallas have already planned their expedition. ("You just don't understand women, dad" quoth Miss Dallas, age 12.8. I didn't deny it though.)

Good News: The pool is finally up and working after a 5 day mechanical problem, just in time for the dive meet which starts in an hour

Bad News: It's about to thunder.

The good news is that my sister did not require pins inserted for her recent hammertoe surgery.
The bad news is that she will have to work just as hard to climb trees and power poles and the like.

Hammertoe! That could be useful.

Not as useful as pins sticking out to aid with the climbing.

The bad news: The folks next door are blasting techno music again.

The good news: This time, it's loud enough to cover up all the screaming and moaning.