Hey everyone! I'm enjoying a lovely snow day--one of the perks of an hourlong (and interstate) commute is that my boss is quite firm about me not coming in when the roads are bad. YAY.
I fell to the Communists yesterday, so it can't be me.
Ooh! This is now my new favorite euphemism for the occasion, replacing "My grandmother fell off the roof". (FTR, I am also most definitely not preggers.)
Welcome, Bells! It's nice to meet you. Give billytea many hugs for us, okay?
Wicked cool tat, Kristin! I think I remember you mentioning that you were thinking about getting a tattoo of that symbol. It's beautiful.
I will check my March calendar and get back to you. Fun!
Wicked cool tat, Kristin! I think I remember you mentioning that you were thinking about getting a tattoo of that symbol. It's beautiful.
Thanks Kate! How are the roads up there now?
omigodomigod.
So, I'm doing the "Early Show", this coming Monday morning.
I need people to come and hang out and watch and comment on the makeover, on live television - this is CBS.
At half past four this Monday morning.
JZ, bless her angelic heart, is coming. So is my mama in law.
I need a couple more people. Anyone? Free breakfast and a film crew on Monday morning? It will air live between 7 and 9 am on the west coast...
So, Steph, are you waiting until your dream subject pipes up before you tell?
If it's me -- no need to wait. Tell all.
If you're sitting around in a bathrobe when you know that UPS is going to attempt a delivery between 2pm and 5pm, they are CERTAIN to come while you're sitting around in your bathrobe.
This law has even further reaching implications for me. Most days, I am up and dressed, because I wake early early early, and because I've got to cart someone, somewhere, or actually go somewhere myself.
If there is a day when I don't dress (erm...still in my snowman jammies and my robe as I type, but in part because there was a whole question of whether or not I'd go out with the kids before the freezing rain started and well, I could explain further, but I'm already boring myself), like today, sure enough, *someone* will ring my doorbell.
The first time this happened, I was pregnant with Julia and desperately morning sick. I was lying around as unkempt as I could be, and my 70 year old neighbor rang the bell. Ben ran to the door, so we couldn't hide. I think I was wearing a sweater and jammie pants, and had never even combed my hair. It was recycling day, and our newpapers had blown down the street. She came to tell me. Thankfully, I had dressed Ben. I pulled the nausea excuse out as soon as I could, so she wouldn't think I was a total sloth. Since then, the rare day I decide not to dress either means the mailman has a question for me or wants to remind me my car inspection sticker will soon expire (!!!), the meter reader is coming, or a neighbor finally decides off the cuff to introduce herself. Sloth doesn't pay in *lots* of ways.
How are the roads up there now?
I don't know about the highway, but the road outside my house (a pretty major town road) is plowed but not cleared. My voice teacher called me a little while ago to cancel our lesson for tonight, because she was worried about me driving over in bad conditions (it's about a 20-minute drive in clear conditions, much of it along unlit roads). I'm just as happy to stay in!
Damn. It's not me. I wanted it to be me.
Deb, how very cool! I will tune in that day to be sure!
Damn. It's not me. I wanted it to be me.
Maybe tonight, honeybunny.
