But dammit, I’m going in to work tomorrow, because I am sick and damn tired of sitting here having work e-mailed and phoned in to me, and only going out to see the Evil Therapist of Pain (who does have a nice butt, however not nice enough to make me feel any better about her).
The two boys, Cuervo and Bear, chase each other around, and every so often one will stop by me to get skritches of approval and try to coerce me into a nap. They do this by sitting on my chest so I can’t reach the keyboard. All I can do is slither into a reclining position and oblige them.
Nat and his double chins make my ovaries itch. Just a liiiiiittle itty bitty bit, though.
They had roast beef and mashed sweet N.O.T. at the caf for lunch. The mash tasted funny… now how in the hell can you manage to make sweet potaters taste FUNNY??? I swear, this caf never ceases to astound me in their ability to ruin perfectly good food.
I must be one hell of an optimist*, though, because I keep opting out of bringing a bag lunch so that I can give them another chance.
*(That’s right, optimist. Not lazy bum. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it)
Oh my yes, borrowed babies are the best babies because they go BACK!
Yay better pinkeye, VBob! Yay good interview, Mahna[sup]2[/sup]! Yay kyoot widdoe bebeh jumps, LiLi! Yay kittehs keep Papa busy not grousing, MBG! Yay Nooner not lost in deep woods somewhere! Yay bike to work, taxi!
It’s raining today–go figure! Oregon… :smack:
So I just thought I’d share what I go through twice a year with SpaceDawg, who sheds enough hair during one brushing session to knit a whole litter of puppies. I’ll be doing this for weeks, then I’ll be doing it all again in September. Much as I love Space, I don’t think I’ll EVER have another Malemute! Widget says “See, Mom? I don’t shed, I’m a Good Boy!” I must say, though, all the local birds and squirrels have warm and fluffy Malemute linings to their nests–the blowing wads of fur are picked off by mama birds in spring and I’ve found several nests lined with Space fur. I don’t know what they’ll do when she goes to the Great Doghouse In The Sky…
Went to Doc appointment for the Tadpole today. I heard the heartbeat! Hooray! Sister is trying to say it’s high, and a girl, but bah to that. It can be any old thing, as long as it’s got a penis. They’re concerned because to date I’ve lost a bit over twenty pounds, but I’ve been like that for the last two. My body will adjust and more than make up for it later. And had to do a CBC cause my white blood cell count is high. 15%. It’s been like that for years too. Dunno why, just is.
I tried to take a nap, but the phone rang twice with two different calls, and ignoring it after that was impossible. So now I’ve got a massive headache cause we wanted a nap, dangit!
Oh, and remember that yummy watermelon I was going on about last night? Well, I really wanted some, and tried to wrangle the bowel out of the fridge, and it ended up dumping on me and all over the floor. I’m thinking one of the children popped the lid on my Tupperware, cause once those lock they’re impossible to just pop open. I got watermelon juice all over the cat, who ran away in terror. And I cried as I surveyed the watermelon balls all over my kitchen floor. Yes, I cried. I’m pregnant, and really wanted some melony goodness. Husband didn’t take much pity on me either. Just reassured me that we would buy another this weekend. No kidding darling, I bought this one, I was hoping you might offer to pick another up. He isn’t so good with the hints, and never ran out to get me anything because of a craving either. Pitiful!
Oh, dear. I just took a gift card I was given at the baby shower to the Mastermind across the street, and now we have $60 worth of new toys, including a little vulture. I’m going to make a shrine to Hat, the Vulture-Headed God of Unexpected Guests. Bless Terry Pratchett.
We have a lot of Uninivited Guests, and a doormat that says, “Oh No! Not You Again”.
Yay for baby heartbeats!
The house is all mine! ** FCD ** is working late, and the kids are running errands (they got their new licenses and right now they’re at WalMart.) SO, how shall I celebrate my solitude, you ask?
I leave for a few days and someone goes and gets Cute all over the MMP! Babies and kitties and birthdays and GOOD LORD THAT’S A SHEDDIN’ DAWG!
I’m proud of me. I went to the gym and played on the ellipticals, walked around the track, (left my washcloth in the shower d’oh), walked six blocks to the teashop and four back (found a shortcut). All in the muggy mugginess of a southern May.
I feel that my good behavior regarding my summer resolve to shape up, you fat slob outweighs the fact that I accidentally left work an hour early.
You laugh “copters”? What in hell is that? No one will give you a baby if you’re weird, ya know…
I was canceled for tomorrow. (yay) and now I have to take #1 son to scuba lessons so that he can [del]dive on the Great Barrier Reef and get eaten by marauding sharks[/del] enjoy his Aussie vaca.
Even with tomorrow off, I’m still too busy. Someone do something about that, kay?
Gah. Can I please crawl under a rock until the stupid goes away? Please?
It’s like everyone forgot to bring their brain to work with them today. I suspect the long weekend has something to do with it… or maybe they’re just dumb.
I have been internetless due to a kaput mouse, which is now fixed (new one :)). At any rate, a belated (?) Happy Birthday to Taters!!!
That is definitely a shedding dog! LOL So much fur!! I think I missed something that HRH did, but I get the feeling it’s probably better that I missed it. It’s too bad, though, that Haze isn’t closer, distance wise, to LiLi, cause otherwise, she’d definitely be the one to send TNC to in the middle of the night. ducks and runs And Rigs, I don’t understand the copters thing either, but my favorite internet acronym is OMGWTFBBQ! Now what barbeque has to do with the rest of that phrase, I do not know!
Ok, so I’m not awake yet, I just got up from a nap. We had 8 lunches today for about 155 people. Hooray! And, another not-so-brilliant client tried to call and order lunch for 55-60 at 8 a.m. leaving by 10:40 a.m. :rolleyes: I think I ruined his morning. But I did encourage him to call me by 9 or 9:30 the evening before a lunch in the future. I mean who doesn’t know the day before that he has to feed 60 people??? :smack:
