Willow ,'Never Leave Me'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Morning. Or Timelies, I should say.
Don't wanna be at work. Though, I should confess I just printed about a ream of school documents so far this morning and little else. AND work is providing breakfast of some sort soon.
My arm is tender, from yesterday's IV, and I keep bumping it. This makes everything harder than it should be.
When might American Mother's Day be?
Jars, it's the second Sunday in May. Not sure why that day was picked.
I should make a to-do list.
I don't wanna.
Call it a "don't wanna do" list, vw. I know my "to do" and "don't wanna do" list would almost be the same.
We're interviewing today (again). The Big Boss has already determined that she likes her, so I suspect she'll get an offer unless she insults someone whose opinion matters (not me). This makes me grouchy because the interview part of the day will eat up time I'd like to be using to finish an actual project that I couldn't finish yesterday because one of my cow-irkers went on vacation without arranging for coverage -- which somehow meant all of his desk hours fell to me.
I'm hoping that next week I'll be back on a schedule that allows me some time to hang out here.
I can't move. Toto is all curled up and sleeping on the pillow next to me. If I moved, well, I'd wake him. Can't have that.
Edited to add pictures: [link] and [link]
Let sleeping Totos lie. It's a cliche for a reason.
Yep, no can move now. Also, I love that LJ pics are blocked on my son's computer. Hee. But I know the override! Cute sleeping puppy.
Toto inspired me to nap.
BUT...
It sounds like the landlord is on the roof, doing some lovely pounding. Yay.
Ick on the pounding, but Toto is so cute he's getting me all melty. I only met him for half an hour, and I still miss him.
IO (extremely frivolous) N, I have watched What A Girl Wants again, and it should be noted that in the scene where Colin Firth is frolicking about in the leather asspants and the sleeveless shirt with his hair all mussed, he's also barefoot. Clearly provocateuse needs a screencap of this.
Also, I kinda think I need to own the movie. Poor Hec!