Good timelies y'all!
I am so freaking tired. I had nightmares all night last night. The first was about crab/bug like things that were everywhere. At first they were benign, but then they started crawling and biting. Like tribbles, but less fuzz and more creepy crawly clawey. In the second, two guys stole my dog, Maxine. They just opened the door and she hopped in their car. I had to cling to the door and was drug down the street. After I practically pulled the door off the hinges, they let her out, but were very menacing, like the next time I let her out of my sight they were going to take her again. Both dreams had me flailing and kicking, so Mr. Jane had to wake me.
About to have to go on a longish lunch. I finally got our tax check back from the bank, and now I have to actually go to the banking center and make sure it goes through, and that they reverse all charges.. PITA.
On the plus side, my lawyer friend is going to help my friend L with the fallout from leaving her husband. He also sent me a really sweet email after I asked.
"Iva, I think you should sit down. Howard is on the roof."
As if Iva's going to stay in a chair after hearing that. Should have been "Iva, go get all your cushions and pillows, Howard's on the roof."
The combination of sleepwalking stories and walking out the door stories are freaking me out. Ellie started sleepwalking a few nights ago. Thankfully, she can't open the doors yet.
I was a walkabout child. I was always clothed but sometimes it was pajamas. I would go traipsing through the wooded area behind our house and a neighbor's basset hound would follow and then lead me home.
I only really took off once. There was a park across the street from our house when I was like 5. I crossed the street and played in the park for a while until my mom found me (she was totally frantic) and wore my butt out. I didn't really get spankings - that one was out of sheer terror, I think. There was another time I was supposed to be at one friend's house and ended up at another friend's house (all on the same street as my house). My mom and dad were going door to door and were just about to call the cops when they found me. I got grounded that time. I think I would have preferred the spanking.
Life isn't just for achieving some sort of status or accomplishing something that looks good on a newsletter. It's for living. And your talents aren't your talents just so you can tick stuff off on a list. They're just a part of you.
Apropos of nothing, Cindy, I want to hug you for saying this.
Owen, you need to cut it out with the scaring your mother like that! Don't make the mostly-invisible internet people invest in a kid leash for you! (But I'm generous, so I'd get the one that looked like a monkey.)
I missed a lot more, so hugs and ~ma for everyone. ::passes the basket::
I feel like I've got an itch in my brain, and I don't have the first clue what to do about it. Also, I had a conversation with a third party that I think totally destroyed the burgeoning crush that was forming on that boy from Indiana. Mixed opinions on that. Also also, I need a new job as of yesterday. Have we found that pause button for the planet yet, so that I can get my shit together?
::huddles in the collective Bitches bosom for comfort whilst I adjust my diamond shoes::
I totally feel you on that.
But I don't mean porn, unless you want me to.
God, Deena, your co-worker ruined that for me. Cause now in my head I hear some doofus talking about saying that to Actual Black People.
I would go traipsing through the wooded area behind our house and a neighbor's basset hound would follow and then lead me home.
This is possibly the most adorable mental picture evAH.
It sounds like a Berkeley Breathed story, doesn't it?
