I just might. You available Saturday?
I could be. Shall I arrange to be?
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
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I just might. You available Saturday?
I could be. Shall I arrange to be?
Just the one. And I don't even know who made the beer to begin with. A friend of P's DH. If he's single, Ima date him for the beer on tap.
gronk.
Back home. Caught up. Skimmed.
Spent 11 hours at work again, because I couldn't stop helping people.
Got to drive home in daylight, tho. Woo!
Came home and did our mountain of dishes, scrubbed the sink, started some laundry, cooked 7 pounds of hamburger for chili and such. Chatted online and ate supper sna did those dishes.
I should probably sleep soon, but milady is not home yet, and with both our schedules this weekend, I only got to smooch her twice since Friday night....
I may have to nap on the couch.
Last night with Andi gone until 3 am, I couldn't stand Harvey's plaintive wails at the bedroom door. I let him into the bedroom after I took my claritin and other drugs.
Big mistake.
He spent at least an hour ramming his head into my face, and Sammy came in and rummaged through my stuff. I'ma have to cat proof another room.
Oh bother, I'm getting loopy. I just came up with a plot for a Pinky and the Brain story. PaTB time travel to October 1938 and cause Orson Welles to have laryngitis, and Brain decides to take over Orson Welles' broadcast, and punch it up a bit. Pinky accidentally cures Orson Just in time to save the radio drama from paving the way for world dominance by The Brain.
This episode may have actually been an episode, tho. My brain? sleepy.
My brain? sleepy.
I feel for you, Daniel. It's 11 here and I'm just now going home from work. Only to be back bright and early tomorrow. I'm leaving early tomorrow and no on can stop me, dammit.
I've got my fingers crossed that I get to board my 9:02 flight to LA by Midnight.
Oh, ND, that just sucks. When will you get into LA if you leave that late?
Also, it sounds like the rain has let up. Hopefully, you'll get to leave soon.
Right now I should hit LA about 1:30 AM. I rescheduled my crew in Carpinteria for Noon, so hopefully I can get a little sleep. Can it be Thursday yet? I need some sleep.
Came home and did our mountain of dishes, scrubbed the sink, started some laundry, cooked 7 pounds of hamburger for chili and such. Chatted online and ate supper sna did those dishes.
On top of 11 hours in the office?? You're a superman.
(((ND)))
I hope the weather cooperates.
And then only if you're apologizing to somebody in particular. "Teppy, I'm round stick that I called you at 6am on Sunday morning and woke you up."
Uh....you didn't, though, did you? *Today,* that is?
So, yeah, this is cute: I go to CVS right before it closes, to pick up a prescription, intending to go to the grocery store after (I have my list all made out and with me, coupons clipped, etc.) As I'm paying for my prescription at CVS, I hear someone behind me clearing their throat in the attention-getting way (not the I-have-a-hairball way). I turn around.
It's The Boy. Picking up a prescription of his own. So we make with the small talk, walk out to our cars, and then I say I have to go to the grocery store. The Boy just laughs. I ask what's funny, and he reaches in his car and pulls out a piece of paper, which he hands to me.
His grocery list. So we grocery-shopped together. (Well, more or less "together" -- he's pokey and I like looking for new stuff, so we each went at our own pace, but kept bumping into each other every other aisle or so.)
He's just so easy to be with. It scares me. I'm used to relationships being hard, and never feeling totally comfortable. I'm starting to suspect I've caught Billytea's doooooooomed. But then -- ack -- after the What Are We Doing Talk/Agreement To Continue Not Defining This the other night, I don't don't DON'T want to get more smitten than The Boy is, only to have him tell me "Hey, back off, sister! You are WAY too into me."
So....well. I'm just trying to keep the doooooomed very reined in, so that things stay in perspective. For both of us.
Looks like O'Hare is averaging 2 departures and 2 arrivals per minute right now, and there are two more serious rainbands yet to come through.