Is erika around and about? If so, good morning, and you were in my dream last night. Not a sex dream, just a dream dream. You had moved to the Bay Area, and you and I were going back to high school together (which is not as bad as it sounds -- in my dream, it was a magnet school with lots of weird arty neo-beatnik kids and a creative writing program, so we were both all jazzed about it).
We were waiting for the bus on a streetcorner in front of an amazing pastry shop that had a ridiculously huge cavern filled with incredibly complex and delicious foods -- I ran in to get us something on the way to school, and suffered pretty-food overload and had to come out again without actually buying anything, but at least with plenty of mental notes about our snacky-breakfast menus for the next month. Just as I ran out the bus arrived; you elevated and wheeled on while I got the wheelchair spaces up at the front of the bus ready to anchor your chair in place. When all was ready, I looked around for you, but you had rambled on to the back of the bus and were flirting with a poetical-looking guy in a denim jacket.
Analysis: Do I really need to spell it out? That dream was all text, no subtext.
I just found out that itunes has every episode of Little Einsteins for sale. I should really stop searching itunes.
I bought a Little Tikes kitchen off of craigslist this morning. When I brought it in to clean it up, Owen looked at it and said, "It's BEAUTIFUL!" Definitely worth the money.
vw, you might just tell them this: "Look, we're out of the apartment--you guys get this extra time to clean and prepare it for the next tennants. There is no damage, it's relatively clean--just give us our security deposit and we'll go our separate ways."
I just got junk mail about a charity that has killed me dead. It's called The Smile Train, and they do surgeries for kids with cleft lips and cleft palates. I had a cleft lip! I should help these kids!
Why, oh why, am I not independently wealthy?
I have a new plan. In my plan, whenever Emily is ready to get her own place, on moving day, I'm going to hide Perkins the cat in her suitcase, so that he ends up living with her.
Don't tell her, okay?
I am trying to motivate myself. Our house is a post-vacation pig sty and poor BF's back is acting up a bit from the plane trip and luggage-wrangling. He says he wants to help clean, but I have vetoed that in hopes that we can forestall a REAL back incident. I am trying discover magical hidden resources of energy, so I can leap up and start wrestling this joint into shape...but I don't seem to have any. Where are the house elves when you need them?
Don't tell her, okay?
Seems only fair!
Bwah! Robin just called her DH her BF! Someone's not used to being married :).
Or maybe she was talking about her BF. Ssssshh.
Mine are in Cozumel I think. Possibly Hawaii. Somewhere they can meander beaches, check out cool old shit and scuba dive. Bastards left me here with piles of laundry, dishes, cat puke and a real lack of motivation. My house elves are so On The List.
Oops! I had to sign my new name at work yetserday, and realized I had never done it. I am going to have to practice it, which is amusing me to think about.
I have a new plan. In my plan, whenever Emily is ready to get her own place, on moving day, I'm going to hide Perkins the cat in her suitcase, so that he ends up living with her.
Good plan. Let me know how that works out, m'kay? Puppycat should like Australia, yes?
