On tv. I am not at the airport. They knew the plane was coming in though so they had the cameras on it when it touched down.
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sounds like I missed an exciting (and happy-ending) airplane story last night. Right now I'm trying to convince myself to get dressed and off to work. I might as well bring spare underwear and a fresh shirt for when I get to work, because it's going to be hot enough that I'll be disgustingly sweaty by the time I get there.
This just happened fifteen minutes ago. I am also resisting the need to get up and get ready for work.
Eeek! Okay, I should pay more attention to those time stamps!
Yikes, brenda. Kudos for that pilot, huh?
Speaking of working through, I finally felt passable this evening, so I went to krav. As soon as I walked into the classroom the instructor squinted at me and mouthed "Migraine?" So the list of krav people who can tell by looking is up to three.
And then my partner hit me in the head with a broomstick.
Why in god's name do I love what I love? Couldn't I love fingerpainting instead?
Oh, ita.
No injuries. Amazing.
I don't have a migraine this morning! It's very exciting.
Jesse, now that I think about it, the smell of the paints would probably make my head hurt. Back to the hobby-love drawing board.
I'm sure there are scent-free totally non-toxic (and possibly edible) fingerpaints out there, ita. You know, for the children.
Non-toxic and edible don't help me much, since pesto makes my head hurt. I'm just flashing back to the smell of poster paints, and it's surprisingly not good. Which is odd, because it's not like I've smelt them in a few years, and whenever the last time was, I wasn't quite so trigger happy. Or trigger sad, depending on how you look at it.
Does getting massages count as a hobby? I could totally take that up.
I don't have a migraine this morning! It's very exciting.
May you be living in a 1930s movie, with the broomstick to the head featuring as the hair of the dog that bit you.
I wholeheartedly approve of you switching to getting massages as a new hobby. I think you should get positively obsessive about it.