Sorry to hear that, ND.
Blech on the cold, Plei. Because colds suck and because I have crack that needs to be written. I have icons ready and everything. (There's a self-help group for this, yes?)
Aaaaaand, while these aren't *my* photos from the Vampire Ball, they're at least *some* photos
Oh! Some of my favorite outfits are in these pictures. Love them! And my nose is in a book, which is ... kinda typical.
Aw, ND, totally their loss. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry to hear that ND.
Argh. I hate Passover cleaning.
Not that I'm actually doing too much of it. Mostly staring at my kitchen and thinking, "I need to clean that," and then getting overwhelmed and wandering away.
I'm sitting around feeling a little guilty that I'm not cleaning, Hil. Not even doing much of that, though, honestly.
I just hope my kosher-for-passover wine shows up on time. I haven't gotten a confirmation on the shipping, yet.
And my nose is in a book, which is ... kinda typical.
That totally cracked me up.
OK, I vacuumed up the Cheerios and popcorn crumbs that had been accumulating around my desk. That's progress, right?
(Mostly popcorn. Spilled a bowl a few days ago and just picked up what I could with my hands. I'm not entirely sure how that many Cheerios got there. I think they migrate.)
I also gave my stove top a cursory wipe.
The only Passover shopping I've done so far is one box of matzo. (Streit's -- I think they all taste the same, so I buy Streit's because they have funny ads.) Right now I'm still in the "asking people for a ride to Rockville" stage. I will soon transition into the "begging people for a ride to Rockville" stage.
Yay Cheerios!
I'm tired.
This post brought to you by the department of "Let me go home already!"
My Mom just called me to tell me that I'm being inconsiderate for not spending my birthday with my family.
Thanks, Mom.
Well, cause your birthday is all about them, you see. (((Tom)))