Hey, what teabags are good for puffy eyes? Twinings' Irish breakfast hasn't done shit and I prefer it as tea to drink, anyway.
Henry VIII was an ass. Like I need the reminder.
I think my a/c is sick. Still. After a winter of not being used. Not looking forward to the battle AGAIN this summer. I was promised a new unit end of last. Hasn't happened. I think of renting elsewhere, but then market rents are $100 above mine. I think of buying and then think of how my life and the market is in flux. Or should be, the former.
I need a rich uncle.
Cue Briscoe-style "Sore loser" wisecrack.
Joe is watching
The Wedding Belles.
He is trying to pretend he is getting ready for tomorrow's gaming session, but he just laughed out loud (guffawed, really) and I when I looked at him askance, he said, "That was funny."
Joe is watching
The Wedding Belles.
My thoughts are with you, Laura.
Aimee what, pray tell, is The Wedding Belles? I'm hoping it's a goofy musical from the 50s, but the dull pain in my gut says it's a new reality show.
It's neither.
It's a show about sisters who are wedding planners. A drama starring the chick that played Rebecca Wells on
Sports Night
and the chick who played the manager's sister in
Josie and the Pussycats.
Thank goodness. I feel a bit relieved. But it sounds a lot like that Alicia Silverstone show that bombed a couple of years ago, although she wasn't a wedding planner. She was a matchmaker.
This one is done by David E. Kelley (Ally McBeal, The Practice) and it's actually written quite well. Still finding it's feet, but I like it so far. Well, what I've seen. I am ostensibly doing homework.
Which I have been doing ALL DAY. And only one class. I'll do science at the dealership tomorrow.
I watched Wedding Bells. D. Kelley regardless. It may have hope.
I have the best parents ever. I just cried all over them and they thanked me for sharing my sorrow and gave me words to make it better. I really, really got lucky. And they are nice, forgiving people. Better than me, actually. Honest to goodness, if my hometown was filled with them? I'd move back, screw the job prospects.
Best wishes for your MIL, Laura.
Thanks, Hec! Let's hope the mojo is strong enough to reach down here.
As for the captain's murder, it's being hotly discussed now that the familials are around. My sister even started a conversation about the cricket World Cup at the Indian restaurant with a complete stranger.
Weirdo.
Sorry that you needed comforting, sara, but glad that you got it.
Up way too late. Father's flight both delayed and complicated and the pickup involved many dead ends. Here now, and they want my laptop in the other room. Skeered. Don't want to give it up.
