I moved furniture and mopped my floors.
Definitely not as much fun as the wedding Allyson went to.
Early: Where'd she go? Simon: I can't keep track of her when she's not incorporeally possessing a space ship. Don't look at me.
'Objects In Space'
Natter Five-O: Book 'Em, Danno.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Cashmere - Mar 25, 2007 5:11:34 am PDT #8742 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Hil R. - Mar 25, 2007 5:20:03 am PDT #8743 of 10001
Sometimes I think I might just move up to Vermont, open a bookstore or a vegan restaurant. Adam Schlesinger, z''l
My plan for today is to clean my kitchen. Definitely not as fun as that wedding.
Laura - Mar 25, 2007 5:22:05 am PDT #8744 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
That sounds lovely Allyson.
Topic!Cindy - Mar 25, 2007 5:38:16 am PDT #8745 of 10001
What is even happening?
ita, all the best, today.
DavidS - Mar 25, 2007 6:04:10 am PDT #8746 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Go ita! It's a dream come true, you get to kick people in the head all day! Feel free to vary that with some punching, elbows and knees.
I'm wishing you strength, focus, endurance and ferocity. Also no touchy the elbow-ma.
Jessica - Mar 25, 2007 6:25:56 am PDT #8747 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
Liese S. - Mar 25, 2007 6:44:28 am PDT #8748 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Go ita!
Nora Deirdre - Mar 25, 2007 6:48:55 am PDT #8749 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
fingers crossed for you, ita, and hopefully no one gets close to your elbow.
ChiKat - Mar 25, 2007 7:00:15 am PDT #8750 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Go, ita!!! Kick some ass!
Liese S. - Mar 25, 2007 7:15:08 am PDT #8751 of 10001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Why can't I get going?
Technically, I'm on spring break at this point, but I totally don't feel like it. The SO tweaked his back at his recording session yesterday, and Seabiscuit is sick. I was up too late for no good reason yesterday, and I'm skipping church where I'm supposed to be singing.
I need to bake some bread and clean the house and do some office work so that I can have a freaking spring break, but with the SO's back jacked up it looks like we ain't going nowhere.
I'm tired, and grumpy, and worried about the dog, who apparently feels just fine now.