the eyelids

Oh, me too. I can't imagine sitting still for that.

For some reason I'm less phobic about "needles near the eyes" than I used to be....

He must use, like, SPF gazillion to keep the colors so bright, too.

I love his smile!

Someone please tell me it's 6:30. Then I can think about going home.

And I wonder why I've got that fresh homicidal feeling....

Having been recently inked myself, all I could think when I saw his picture was "Ow ow ow, oh holy god, OW."

JZ, it sounds like motherhood becomes you. Yay!!!

For some reason I'm less phobic about "needles near the eyes" than I used to be....

I bet. Still squicks me out thinking about your injections.

Work Rantyness Ahead:

Dude, I told you we needed your money to get you the info. I told you last week, I told you Monday. I keep telling you. Money=information and not before. Now, because you are a poopiehead, I can't go to class tonight because I have to deal with your emergency. And, in order to deal with your emergency, I keep encountering Issues. I'm on deadline for another project, for people who have actually PAID and I'm having to waste time dealing with this crap. Pfft.

Someone please tell me it's 6:30. Then I can think about going home.

I would, but then I'd feel bad about your inevitable disappointment when you looked at the clock. Also, thank you for the good wishes for A and her new bambino. They're actually in your neck of the woods, and it's killing me that I can't go visit, like, now.

I would, but then I'd feel bad about your inevitable disappointment when you looked at the clock. Also, thank you for the good wishes for A and her new bambino. They're actually in your neck of the woods, and it's killing me that I can't go visit, like, now.

At least someone has taken pity on me today. The rest of the world can go frak itself.

You're quite welcome, and you should come visit, soonish. DCistas, now with added baby. Er, your friend's that is. The rest of us are full of fecundity, but no embryos yet. Male DCistas are only on the hook for the fecundity of imagination.

I'm grumpy. Friends called us last night to ask if we wanted to go listen to music on Friday. "Great!" we thought, our first adult-outing with this couple in almost two years, since they had kids and they refuse to get a babysitter because it's too expensive. Clarification came today when she suggested we meet at noon. They expect us to take the afternoon off from work and take the kids with us. Don't get me wrong -- I like other people's children, and so does my DH -- I'm just not sure I'm willing to spend vacation time to run around after them, or that I want my DH to give up his hourly wage earning to do so.

In better news, Lee and I have a plan and it involves shopping.

In better news, Lee and I have a plan and it involves shopping.

That's my kind of plan, though I wouldn't be adverse to a spot of smiting beforehand.