I'm looking forward to next week. I have Halloween off, I have Friday off and I'm working an overnight on Saturday night so I can watch DVDs and wait for someone to want tech support.
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
Sean, that sounds like an amazing party.
Apparently my presumption that JZ was thoughtfully thanking all the gift givers was wayyyy off base.
Oh, honey, no. You don't want to go there. (I mean, yes, I should've squeed earlier about AmyLiz's and the McWarigles' gifts of Matilda-love because they totally rocked the hizzouse (and man, it's going to be hard not to dip into the bath stuff myself, it smells so good), but Hec's name was on the packages too -- and there's still his share of the thank-you list from the wedding moldering in a corner somewhere -- so nuh and uh.)
Accomplishments for the day:
Car moved to avoid a street-sweeping parking ticket
Baby fed
Clean dry dishes put away, dirty dishes washed
Living room and hallway vacuumed
Baby fed
Hospital called about stoopid billing problem with insurance co.
Cousin called to thank her for baby photo frame
Baby fed
Yet to do:
Call insurance co. to report that hospital has been called, with time of call and name of person I spoke with so they can just go at each other's throats and leave me out of it
Call day care provider recommended by co-worker
Another round of thank-you notes
Take long brisk walk
More coffee
Feed baby
I bet you can add "feed baby" a couple more times before the day is finally through, JZ. Argh! I wish I was in SF just for an hour so I could nibble baby toes!
And I didn't mean to make you squee on purpose! I just get twitchy when I send something in the mail -- or actually when something is sent *for* me, because then I don't know where it is. And the USPS has screwed me before, dude. Like, seriously.
Feed baby
No, see, you already did this. You'd get through your list a lot more easily if you didn't keep repeating things.
You'd get through your list a lot more easily if you didn't keep repeating things.
Tell that to my dishes. They seem to breed.
Tell that to my dishes. They seem to breed.
It's not the dishes that are breeding; it's the Lutherans.
Oh, damn! Not the Lutherans!
Bastards!
Maybe I should sic the Lutherans on the mice in my kitchen, since they seem to be so evil. Sounds like a good reason to quit doing dishes. Ima do it!
Oh, honey, no. You don't want to go there.
BWAHAHAHA!!!
Busted!
JZ, I picture you giving Hec the death glare and threatening to grow your hair to your waist.
(I shouldn't be so amused, I know. But I can't help myself. JZ's sassy sterness is just so cute and, well, sassy.)