I'm coming in a little late on this, but Kat, I guess I'm dumb at reading between lines, or maybe I've just been focusing all my vibeage on the babies -- I'm wishing both you and Lori happiness.

Yeah, that's why I'm so grumpy this morning. The SO was taking the bus in to the studio for his lessons today so that I could go get my hair cut. He mistakenly already did that on Tuesday, which I appreciated, but it was unhelpful.

I woke up when he stumbled out at nothing o'clock, but fell back asleep. Then twenty minutes later he was back. The bus, on its first run, was over ten minutes early. Which means in our small town that it was now going the wrong direction and wouldn't be headed back the right direction for an hour.

Which meant that I had to get up at nothing-thirty to take him in. And now I'm all grouchy and irritable and haven't had my coffee. And I'm breaking in a new stylist today. I asked for someone who was comfortable doing extreme styles, and they gave me who was standing there, who said something along the lines of, "Oh yeah, I do lots of teenagers."

Which at 31, I was all, umm. But I went with it, because I'm going to want to dye it blue at some point, and evidently only teenagers do that sort of thing. But at least she's seen the movie and likes the cut (Aeon, still) so hopefully I won't get another fucking angled bob.

Oh yeah, and then I was going to run up to the land for a few minutes since I had a few hours to spare. But the SO didn't give the dog his antibiotic this morning, so I had to come back to the house to give it. Yeah, cranky.

I should just go out and buy an expensive coffee, huh? That would make me feel better and help me manage my time before the cut so I'm not just idling.

Expensive coffee for the win, Liese (or for the save, at least).

I think an expensive coffee is definitely in order.

Okay, good. I'm going.

Spock Matza

Here's a really excellent brief look at W's psychology--in a nutshell, he's "pathologically immature."

Spock Matza

At last, we have an alternative to Virgin Mary On A Grilled Cheese Sandwich!

Kat, I'll join the chorus of wishing you both all the best, and otherwise staying out of it. And extra helpings of vibeage for the babies.

Teppy, I feel like I ought to go on a salt run for you. When I had a raging sore throat at the mini-F2F in Cleveland, procuring salt was difficult--I mean, I didn't want to find a supermarket and buy a whole box of salt to use a teaspoon to gargle with, and I felt bad stealing a saltshaker from a restaurant. So Teppy, who was driving, ran through a drive-through at my behest to ask for salt packets, then decided to actually go inside instead. That salt literally got me through the rest of the trip. I was so sick the last day, I think I slept half of it away on Deena's couch.

So anyway, I second the probably a sinus infection, and I hope you get it cleared up soon.