MM - transporter. IJS.
Jiminy Christmas! Always with the transporter with you guys! "Hey, Miracleman...can we teleport yet?" "MM...what's with the teleportation?" "Miracle-ster...I'm so tired of walking across the damn room, what's the sitch with the transporter?"
Okay, look! I will be VERY HONEST with you people. While the lack of a solid job may give me more time it actually gives me less money. Less money means less Research and Development, let alone less stuff with which to build the fucking transporter!
So. I am now accepting donations to the "Miracleman Transporter Research Charitable Fund." Checks can be made to my alter-ego Joe Conat (or to "cash") and I assure you, all funds will be directly applied to the development of a personal teleportation device. *
* "directly applied" may be justified by any number of uses for the funds such as "I was hungry and needed a sandwich lest my hunger distract me from my research", "beer makes the neurons fire more efficiently" and "strippers help me relax and think about, uh, teleportation? Were we talking about teleportation? Boobies."
Aimee and MM were nicer in my dream last night. IJS. There was no crabassery.
I think we need to go back to bed and start over.
Or not.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes from last night. The DH and I had a nice dinner with friends, and their 3 year old told us that he was sad that we were moving but happy because when we came back to visit him we'd have to bring our toothbrushes and stay over.
Today I've made two pies, a gingerbread, some sweet potato and apple gratin, turkey brine and a frozen pizza (for my lunch). I've also washed much of my good china and shined some of the silver. O, what a wife am I! Dishpan hands, included. I shouldn't have sat down here at the computer, because now I don't want to get up again and put the turkey in it's specially prepared bath.
I think we need to go back to bed and start over.
Okay.
Hey, Empress of all you Behold, Queen of Crabassery, Ruler of all the Lands and Seas and, Especially, One House in Toluca Lake, California: You getting off work early or what?
Nope. Here. For. Ever.
Dammit.
Hey, would it be okay to try to teach Emeline to say "Todd, you insufferable tyrant, you suck" on the way to pick you up?
I think we need to go back to bed and start over.
That'd take care of the crabassery (which is my new favorite word for this minute) for sure.
It's raining. The last two trips of recycling and the bag of Goodwill clothes are just going to have to wait.
I am clean (again!) and in comfy yoga clothes. And have a People mag with George Clooney. Don't bother me, I'm bunkward.
I think we need to go back to bed and start over.
Can I steal this plan? I'd kind of like a do over of the day.
Nope - over half over - not rerunning today again. SO FLIPPING BORED.
