And you're going to break it, aren't you?
I'm devouring this heart like I need fuel for a satanic ritual.
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.
And you're going to break it, aren't you?
I'm devouring this heart like I need fuel for a satanic ritual.
Candy and stuff won't be on sale til tomorrow, right? That's lame. I want half-price chocolate NOW.
I'm devouring this heart like I need fuel for a satanic ritual."Like." Sure.
I just bought this. Hooray.
You at work, Nora? It's insane out there, like you wandered into the middle of a slushball fight during a hurricane.
Yeah- the morning commute wasn't so bad, my boots and coat are built for the sleet and snow, but I went over to another building for bellydancing class and when I came out it was pouring rain and horrible horrible horrible. Am now debating whether to go outside again, ever.
Candy and stuff won't be on sale til tomorrow, right? That's lame. I want half-price chocolate NOW.
Gross, Jesse. Please stay away from the Russell Stover.
Now we just got an email saying we can leave at 4 if we want, except I haven't heard anything about my 4:30 meeting being cancelled.
Argh! I fucking hate today. I have a million things that need to get done, and got stuck in a three hour staff meeting.
goes to sit with Jesse, brings half-price box of chocolates
Gross, Jesse. Please stay away from the Russell Stover.
I neeeeeed it!!!
OK. I just found one last candy cane in my drawer. That should hold me.
We've got some creamy, yummy European chocolate courtesy of our neighbor for shoveling her walk. Or rather, salting, chipping and busting our way through a few inches of ice on the rink that is the sidwalk.
Tonight this shit's supposed to turn to snow, and the temprature is supposed to drop back to the 20s. Tomorrow's gonna be nasty.
It's very wet snow here, right now, and it's coming down like a sumbitch. I may keep my kids home tomorrow, even if they don't close the schools. Julia would be home anyhow, because she's not well. I hate to keep the boys home (particularly Ben) because they've missed so much time, but thought of hauling my sick self and Julia's sick self through the layers of ice and muck for drop off and pick up is so unappealing. I don't know.
I may just be in a pessimistic mood. If so, that's only because I've been paying attention.
t rant With the exception of Monday, the last time all three children were in school on the same day was Friday, January 19, 2007. Christopher proceeded to be out sick the whole next week. Ben was out the next two weeks.
They all went to school on Monday, February 12, and then Julia got sick that night. I've been sick for a week, maybe longer. And? I'm not so sure Julia had the same thing the boys and I had. She seems to have little-to-no upper respiratory involvement. She might have a stomach virus. If so, it was one of the quicker ones I've ever seen. I don't know what's going on. Someone should just take us all out.