wrod. or an abattoir... What? You're surprised now? I'm evil, it's what I do. My mother just expressed a wish to "rip off all this bandaging crap." I...uh, think she's gonna be fine soon. I told her she better not...I'd get ita, if she did.

The words make sense, but the back of my neck is not convinced.

How did you get coffee down the back of your shirt anyway? I'm imagining some Jacques Tati/Harold Lloyd like slapstick here.

my typing fingrt is trapped in baby myhth. send hrp. toes nt cttinf it.

::alerts rescue team to bring very very tiny prybars::

How did you get coffee down the back of your shirt anyway? I'm imagining some Jacques Tati/Harold Lloyd like slapstick here.

It was a backpack mishap. My backpack has little water bottle net holders on the sides? And I had a carry cup of coffee in there, which has a drinkhole that cannot be covered. After working registration yesterday morning, we loaded the cart up with all our crap and tried proceeding to our office. Of course we hit a bump and everything fell off the cart. When I bent over, with my backpack on, the dregs of the coffee spilled on the back of my shirt and my pants. (more than usual, because I didn't feel very well and I left about a quarter of my coffee in the cup)

I usually am very good about emptying the dregs as soon as I can, to prevent this type of mishap, but... registration days are crazy and throw one out of routine.

I've moved the latop, but still can't get to back space w/o using my feet, and now the cat is blocking my way. I'm sure you are all riveted. WILL she find the right letter? CAN she delete that typo?

Huh. But I can touchpad my way to better spelling! WOOT!

When I bent over, with my backpack on, the dregs of the coffee spilled on the back of my shirt and my pants.

Heh. That actually is very Tati/Lloyd slapstick.

and now the cat is blocking my way.

I really do not understand why cat-shoving isn't the answer to this.

Oh, and FWIW Nora I once dumped a milkshake into my own lap because I was holding it in my left hand when somebody asked me for the time.

Oh, and FWIW Nora I once dumped a milkshake into my own lap because I was holding it in my left hand when somebody asked me for the time.

Very Matthew (Andy Dick) on Newsradio.

And of course, as soon as I learned how to type one-handed long distance, the phone rang, so I had to pry my index finger out anyhow.

Parenting. It's not just a job, it's a series of small, really boring adventures.

Crap. Forgot the Anne and Maria ma earlier. MA

Ahem. Phew. Lillian is napping. Of course, there's no way I'll be able to move Princess Crankypants into a Proper Sleep Recepticle, so moving the bookshelf and re-arranging the TPBs so that they're in order again is going to have to wait until later.

I'm good with that. So long as it gets done sometime this week, we should be fine.

It's still blissfully not hot in Seattle, for those keeping track at home. Also, in Plei's Adventures in Formal Clothing, we have discovered that yes, the April Cornell cut silk velvet skirt still fits. It's perhaps a touch tight around the hips, but only compared to its previous fit. It still zips up easily enough.

Sure, it's the hardest skirt in the world to match a shirt to, but hell, it's a start.

I really do not understand why cat-shoving isn't the answer to this.

Wrong angle to effectively shove the cat out of the way. I think she's learning, damn it.

I really do not understand why cat-shoving isn't the answer to this.

Because human-fanging would be the likely rebuttal to that answer.