Ok...May is balanced. Now I just have to do June.
Olaf the Troll ,'Showtime'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm home! My feet are less hurty!
I need to go over to the Technology thread and ask for help. I did something to the Norton and now the Firewall won't let anything through, so I have to turn it off.
I got my first utility bill. I used way less water than I thought I would, but I nearly double the electricity usage. I keep telling myself that I did while moving probably bumped up the usage. Lots of doors opening and closing with the AC on and turning it really low because of all the activity. Still, I was worried it'd be higher.
Wow! A busy day in Bitches. I loved the Billytea/Fay show -- and am now shipping them too.
Also, Sean and S are very cute.
And erin's Playgirl review was hilarious.
And I just got back from my first physical therapy appointment. It was very interesting. Plus, the PT is cute and Australian and a former professional tennis player.
Isn't it sad that I have to see him twice a week for the foreseeable future?
Sumi, are you getting PT from Pat Rafter? Good on you.
Hee.
You guys sure were talky today. I've skipped completely.
Had my ultrasound today and the wee bean has a heartbeat. Everything looks good but I was off on the due date. That's now February 11.
DH and I are going out tonight to celebrate our 11th anniversary (which is today). Damn, that's a long time to be married.
Congratulations on 11 years! And on a healthy heartbeat for the bean.
That's now February 11.
GO FEBRUARY 12!!
YAY HEARTBEAT!!
"You know, instead of eating food out of cans all the time, why don't you get married now, so your wife can make you fresh meals?"
"Why don't you just hire a cook?"
"How can you hire a cook, you don't have a job. Just get married, and your wife can take care of you, and you won't have to worry, and I won't have to worry."
"Your worrying about me is nothing I can do anything about."
"I will worry about you until you're settled down. That is what mothers do."
It should be noted that this conversation took place after the three thousandth time my mom pushed me to get a Ph.D.
"I will worry about you until you're settled down. That is what mothers do."
That, my boy, is not unique to Indian mothers of eligible bachelors. My mom has said the same thing -- verbatim -- to me. Often.