So because of things popping up at work, I missed my first class yesterday. Which was too bad, because we'd taken a test on Tuesday, but okay. Last night I went to look up what homework is due this coming Tuesday... and it turns out we had homework due yesterday. Ooops.

But... we never have homework due on Thursday! And he didn't say anything on Tuesday! I can't be the only one who didn't do it, right?

I am trying to decide if I want to admit I am awake enough to get out of my nice warm bed to make coffee.

It's a wee bit of a dilemma.

Gronk.

Owen got up at 3:30 a.m. And DID NOT go back to sleep. I couldn't manage to get to sleep until after 12:30 last night so I ended up getting up with him on less than 3 hours of sleep. DH got to bed after me but I woke him up at 6 a.m. to give me a respite.

HE SNAPPED AT ME. He's lucky he still lives. He let me sleep from 6-9 at which point I woke up, got O dressed and dragged him out in the craptastic rain to the toddler play group I found this week.

I will not miss this week. The weekend HAS to be better.

Much quick painless healing ~ma headed to the dad of Matt.

Never mind.

Taking a shower when one hand is too weak to squeeze the shampoo and the other arm too sore to raise over ones head - pitiful. Just plain pitiful.

On the other hand, I did remember to dump an ice cube in my tea this morning to avoid the usual scortched tongue.

{{{Cash}}}

My maintainingness has been helped immeasurably by this song being called to my attention. It is Teh Funny.

Dylan has that one on regular rotation. Stylistically it reminds me of the things some of the musicians at our church do with praise & worship choruses or earnest songs of their own composition about their unworthiness and God's glory that they sing as solos. As a result, I can't hear it without picturing T. or K. getting up in front of the congregation and talking about how God gave them this song about butts.

I figure I'ma burn in hell for this one...

Juliana -- I hope you achieve all the clarity in the world on this issue, and that Z does too. All the best.

I did remember to dump an ice cube in my tea this morning to avoid the usual scortched tongue

Part of my morning ritual. I have no idea why it took me so long to work it out.

ION, for fans of things princessy. I'm doing an online workshop this month about how Regency-era clothes worked. Here's one of today's illustrations:

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If you were Princess of Wales in 1816, this is what your wedding dress looked like. Shiny!

If you were Princess of Wales in 1816, this is what your wedding dress looked like. Shiny!

WANT.