I heard an NPR story this morning about the Trinidad/Tobago (Togo?) team, so I'm tickled that they tied -- yay them!
Note: I do love Charlotte, but I'm impatient with flakiness. Everybody that's a flake, I want you all to sit and contemplate all the aggravation you cause for the non-flaky, appointment keeping people of the world. Cut it out!
And I'll take no guff about leaving the phone at home, as the plan was to collect Jacqueline at 10:00. No guff!
To be totally honest, right upfront, let me say that I'm impatient with flakiness, too. More than I should be.
That said -- where I come from, leaving your cell phone at home falls well within the definition of "flakiness." IJS.
'Specially when your wife is pregnant.
gives guff
Okay, okay, okay, ew. There's been a mysterious smell in my room for the last couple of days, which I've both wanted to find and dreaded finding, so I just went and moved some things out of the way, and -- dead mouse. Ew! Okay, it's not like I hadn't anticipated it, and there didn't seem to be any bugs, thank goodness. Still. Eek.
I am trying to determine an itinerary to my brother's wedding that doesn't include random 20-hour layovers in Beijing or Canton. It's difficult, especially since Sidestep.com doesn't appear to handle multi-stop trips. WTF?
well, it is nice outside, but it is also really windy. I got groceries and mailed stuff. Having immediately consumed som eof said groceries, I am back to dealing with teh furniture.
watching soccer with my iTunes on shuffle as my sound. odd mix.
I spent a LOT of time this afternoon singing along with Bon Jovi and Guns-n-fucking-Roses. Not sure why, but it was gooooood.
Announcement: I have sinned against God and ManJesse.
Analysis: I have purchased gaucho pants.
Defense: It's not my fault! They tricked me by being all cute and shit.
muhahahahaha! Welcome to the Dark Side of Sears!!
I've...kind of come around on gaucho pants. They still aren't for me, but I have seen them look good on people.
Honestly, I think it was just mental self-defense after all the work shorts and cropped leggings.
I napped.
Ozzie still hates the world, but not always me.