If it makes you feel any better, Ple, JZ is almost done with her hand decorated onesie for Lilybean. It's amazing what you can do with a bleach pencil.
Yay!
Except for my Inner Marxist coming out to play (dude, I thought I smushed her ass with Atlas Shrugged), and my Lingering Sense of Moral Outrage, it's been a nice day. Hung with Sparky, Pete and Jilli, and friends of the family (the reason we were in the old 'hood) before winding up at the house of my parents. Had some kick-ass ribs, a glass of wine, and took in the amazing view from S and J's beach cottage. (It's set on a hillside, and in addition to an incredible view, they have an amazing garden that I know was a lot of money and effort, yet looks as though it should always have looked that way--very peaceful spot.)
Plei is me with the inner communist and looking at money spent that could buy people food. I think mine's congenital, but I keep trying to keep it damped down enough to coexist in today's society.
I have no idea why I'm up again. Oooh--Quantum Leap's on--the football ep!
and took in the amazing view from S and J's beach cottage. (It's set on a hillside, and in addition to an incredible view, they have an amazing garden that I know was a lot of money and effort, yet looks as though it should always have looked that way--very peaceful spot.)
Sounds like it was worth every penny and drop of sweat. Peaceful spots should be cherished like this.
Fay, they're moving in together after a very long long distance courtship.
Cool. Thought so, but hadn't seen it explicitly stated anywhere - evidently missed it in skipping and skimming and suchlike. Go Team.
Not having much luck with the online dating thing so far. I've decided to add a line:
If you let me cook for you, I will treat you like a goddess ("Please accept these burnt offerings").
Heh.
Today is one of those days when I wake up early and can't get back to sleep. So I think I'll leave for work an hour early and have a nice breakfast in Evanston before going in to the office. Maybe at the Cajun plance. Mmmmm... grits....
Gah. Still only 5:30. Let's see if I can kill 2 1/2 hours with breakfast and getting to work. Pro'lly not - today will be one of those days when I confuse my bosses by getting in early.
eta: Wow, two hours later and no one's posted....
Have I mentioned the plucky, can-do spirit of a bunch of bored, rich white people who every year have a drive to raise tens of thousands of dollars for a fireworks display off the Point? I swear to DOG, it brings out my inner commie, and all I can see is wealth that should be re-distributed.
Heh, Tom and I had similar Commie leanings after last year's Fourth festivities hanging out with such sterotypical rich yuppies. It was depressing because it meant I lost my old buddy to Them.
let's see...
dog pats to Bartelby. A big YAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!! To Dan and Andi. We love love!!! And safe home arriving! Whee, for sj and Teacup Guy having a great weekend together. Dead from Ellie pic.
In mememe news, we had a very nice long weekend- extra long, because we both called out sick on Friday. Which was really, really, the right thing to do. We were both the walking dead. Metaphorically speaking. My parents came up for the weekend, which I was very apprehensive about, but it was an *awesome* visit, free of tension and aggravation, and very mellow and wonderful and I am so happy they came up. This is a very unexpected but fantastic turn of events. So, we're back in the routine of things, and I'm much more able to handle it than I was at the end of last week, and I'm feeling pretty perky, and the first 2 floors are more or less unpacked, and it feels like home, so we've gotten through to the other side, and it's all good.
Except, of course, we broke our garbage disposal on Sunday (inadvertantly sent a small mise en place glass bowl down it, and ran it), and I have a UTI, but, whatever. All very fixable. (hopefully)
Headpats to Bartleby.
And to Andi. My goodness. That's like a scene out of my nightmares. So glad Sammie was recovered.
