I still have to get 3 things to finish mine off. Bah. Don't want to shop (which is how I know I have the fall blues).

TOO MUCH CRAP TO DO!!! SEND LIFESAVER!

*WINTERGREEN*

Mmmm, my favorite.

Brain is hurty.

Last minute project at work due NOW. Waiting on BigBigBos for stuff.

Have already worked 30 hours this week.

Have lost pronouns.

I ALWAYS have Wint-O-Green LifeSavers on me. Always.

I heard those make blowjobs more fun.

Bad news: Our espresso machine died this morning.

Good news: A gift card my boss gave me at our wedding for Hold Everything that we've never used is also good at Williams-Sonoma. Hello, new espresso machine!

Totally unrelated good news, although it is about awakeness and thus could be at least tangentially linked to espresso machines (though in this case it isn't): Matilda is taking her first real nap of the day today; she's been either fully awake or catnapping since 7:00 this morning, which makes today the most awake day she's ever had -- potentially, maybe, just maybe, good sleepy news for tonight.

Also unrelated good news: She is even more absurdly cute when awake than when asleep. Also, she's gaining enough weight and getting enough heft to her that it's possible to snuzzle her up and raspberry her belly without fear of breaking her.

Have already worked 30 hours this week.

That is appallingly wrong.

Change of weather/season at all can be tough on the brain. {{{Bitches}}}

I had an absurdly fun night at quilt night. One of my favorite ladies (we'll call her Pat, because, well, that's her name) asked me tonight if I was ready to go on a date with Mr. Smiley (that's what she calls her gardener). So, I look at dear Pat and say, not exactly quietly (but out of ear of my mother!), "Is he the one with the nice ass?" Oh, my! I've never seen any grown woman turn so red! She's all, "I said that, didn't I? I said he has a nice ass? I'm a horrible grown woman--talking about my gardener with the nice ass. So, you wanna date him?" So, we all spent the rest of the night conspiring on how I could suddenly show up some day while he's working. Apparently, he's Brazilian, smiles all the time, has a nice ass, and LOVES American girls. What could possibly be better?

I wanted to ask Pat if I should get a Brazilian wax in preparation for the meeting, but I figured I'd embarrassed her enough for one night...I didn't need to potentially explain to a bunch of women my mother's age what a Brazilian wax was...and have my mother walk in on it. I just smiled while I thought about it.

(eta: not that I think that all of the women there would be clueless about the waxing, but there would be at least one...and the explaining would have been hysterical with a little help from my friends.)

Nice asses are ... nice.