Headpats to Bartleby.

And to Andi. My goodness. That's like a scene out of my nightmares. So glad Sammie was recovered.

Poor Andi! How scary with Sammie. Toto's done things similar to that a couple of times. It's no fun at all.

Nora! Yay! I'm glad you're getting so unpacked and had a good weekend with your family. I'm sorry about the garbage disposal and the UTI. No fun...but, you're right...they'll pass quickly.

In a bit, I'm going to go attack the bathroom and make it all clean. This is kinda gross, but I don't remember the last time it got a good cleaning. I mean, it's gotten quick wipe-overs, but no good cleanings for a while. I've bought new rugs and shower curtains, so when I'm done it will be all pretty.

Then, at 2pm I'm gonna head to work. I'm hoping it goes ok and that I make it through my three hours. I think I will. I feel like I'm doing a little better.

Yay for Andi and Daniel making it home safely. Sammie, don't DO that. Cats.

I know there was lot smore that needed congratulating and vibes and hugs but it didn't stay in my brain. It's not much on retention, I'm afraid. Shame I let the warranty run out.

I had a lovely unproductive weekend - Saturday was watching Wimbledon - love those long matches witrh long rallies - shopping at Lush and hanging out at a new bar in the French Quarter where a friend is bartending. My capacity for hanging out in a bar all afternoon has really dropped in the last few years. Nice place, though. Sunday I never even got dressed. Watched Wimbledon, caught up on some recorded TV, took a nap or two, utter bliss. Yesterday, saw Batman Begins (finally). I had been resisting the hype for some reason, but I'm sold, that's my Batman all right.

This getting up before 8 and staying awake until the evening thing is a real drag.

I think I may wimp out on the bellydancing tonight after all, but only because we're under a flood watch (4-6 inches expected) and tropical storm warning and I had to wade through ankle deep water to get to my car this morning already. I'll go next week, I promise.

I hope today is better, vw.

I missed the Ellie picture, and skipped way too many to know where to begin. Also, I slept 'til 9:00 which I *never* do, and was woken by my Christopher, who is currently into discerning family relationships.

My wake-up conversation was all about parents, husbands, wifes, blood aunts and uncles versus those by marriage, grand-parents, parents-in-law, sisters-in-law (which he says, rather than sister-in-laws), brothers-in-law; but why don't you say Daddy's grandparents are your grandparents-in-law, what's a first cousin once removed, what are they removed from, what's a generation; How old would Grampy be if he was alive--is he the same age even though he's dead; Is Papa younger than him? Is Papa older than him because he's still alive and Grampy's dead. Who are Grampy's grandparents...Grampy's grandparents are my _____ what?

GRONK

Cindy! You're here!

I'd heard you were heading for the Gulf Coast....

Hey, Cindy, your namesake is dumping a bunch of rain on me. [link] Maybe that's where your energy went. Besides getting sucked up by Christopher's questions.

Oh! I knew I was in the line-up this year, but I haven't been paying any attention.

I hope my namesake is a lot of water and bluster and nothing else (sorta like me).

I missed the Ellie picture

Cindy, you have to see it. Beware, the cuteness may blow your mind:

Stephanie "Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty." Jul 3, 2005 4:01:07 pm PDT

Gronk.

Dies from Ellie adorableness.

Thank you, P-C. Ellie is so cute, I am unclear on how the other babies manage to be as cute as they are. Given how cute each of them is, I don't understand how there is any cuteness left for the rest. And yet...