Happy birthday, tarra! Too tired to code, sorry.
Nat (who still isn’t walking) decided that we need practice for when the newborn arrives, and was up and restless and sleepless between about 12 and 4 this morning. We are all zombies today. Any complicated thought is put off until tomorrow, assuming I’ve had more sleep.
Also, I had to buy dishwasher soap, razor blades, and diapers during my Costco run today, which added roughly $150 to my normal bill, and I’m still in paying-for-groceries shock.
Maybe Quasi-Daughter will make us dinner? Oh, and update- when she got home after being here until very late on Tuesday, her whole family pounced her and asked where she’d been.
She said she was talking to Attacks Things Husband.
What on earth would you have to talk to him about?
Well, he’s interested in me and…
Cue two-hour interrogation about his family, prospects, income, interests. Dear lord. She’s twenty-seven. He hasn’t asked to marry her. They’re both frigging adults. Lay off. She needs to move out, or I will strangle her mother personally.
Which reminds me, last time I phoned and got her Mom, her mother lectured me about whether QD had time to talk, and how they were all very busy, and I probably wouldn’t be able to talk to her today.
I am planning to tell her off next time I see her. She’s still under the impression that I’m twelve. This must be firmly corrected.
BTW, do they not have space heaters in Urp? Much as I love the place, I don’t understand that heat/no heat thing.
