So I'm happily dreaming away, and I'm on a bus somewhere, looking for one of my shoes. And who should appear on the bus but Billy Idol, who's going to be doing a concert at the entertainment complex we're parked outside in a couple of hours, but he's bored and wandering around. He invites me to go to a movie with him after the concert, because he never gets to see movies when he's on the road and he wants company. Of course I accept.
We go over to the VIP entrance to the complex and look at the listing of movies available, hoping for something with some violence. This being Utah, however, all we've got are comedies, kid stuff, and chick flicks. I wander off while he's deciding what to get tickets for. When I come back, he doesn't have tickets. He does have a shopping bag for Mervyn's, which, he says, contains something he got for me. I say that since I know Mervyn's it can't be anything too odd, and he grins--
--At which point, my cat wakes me up as he barfs up a hair ball on the bedroom floor, and I miss whatever Billy Idol and I were going to do after the show!!!
Somedays I could kill my cat.
Ugh for work stress for my Bitches!
My twins! Oh sheeesh I want to bite their cheeks. Thanks so much, lisah.
You're welcome!!!! I brought my camera over yesterday just so I could get pics for you! (and my mom who can't make their b'day party next weekend)
I cut off the tip of my right index finger yesterday and ow and it'smaking typieng hard. and ow
Ouch, how did you cut yourself?
I cut myself peeling ginger with the very cute monkey holding up a vegetable peeling blade (a la Lloyd Dobbler) vegetable peeler that I got for xmas. Cute but DEADLY!
Dr. friend (aka twin babymomma) says to put bacitracin and gauze on it but all I had was novelty pirate bandaids. Hopefully i haven't caught plague. I'll go get proper first aid supplies today.
Or scurvy.
I thingk i'mm safe from that (ARRGH CAN'T TYPE W/ GIMPY FINGTER)...I cut it imaking something called 7 Vegetable Jafreeza (...something like that...it's Indian and spicy and delicious..which it had better be because i sacrificed part of one v important finger for it)
Gnyargh. Matilda is all snuffly and fussy and super-clingy. I'm still in my pj's, the sink is full of crap, I haven't been able to get her down and out of my arms for more than 60 seconds since 7 (God bless David for taking her at 3:30 when she woke up snuffling and squawking), and staying home from work today is not an option.
Sean, vibing hard for you and S. I'm so glad the treatment went well and she's home again.
JZ, I know this seems mean, but if you let her cry some while you do what you have to do, it might loosen up her stuffiness, a little. I'm not saying let her go for a half hour at a time, or advocating any kind of cruelty -- I'm just saying it's okay to let her cry for a few while you do the necessary stuff. This is a lesson I learned when Ben was an infant, had a particularly fussy day, and I realized I was holding him while I peed, so that he wouldn't cry if I put him down.
Also, you could put her in a baby seat, and take her into the bathroom while you shower. The moisture might help her. She'll be angry, but you'll be right there and she'll know it's okay, even if she HATES IT WITH A PASSION.
Also, you could put her in a baby seat, and take her into the bathroom while you shower. The moisture might help her.
Great excuse to take a long, hot shower! It's good for the baby!
Poor wee snuffler and parents.
