My time was divided between reading and playing house. I think problems arose when the caretaker thought I was doing one, but I had decided to go do the other. I would play house with anything, including rocks and pebbles, so there wasn't much way of predicting where I'd do it.

My brother was far worse than I was about taking off. When he was 14 he hitchhiked to DC to protest the Vietnam War and came back home 4 days later reeking of tear gas. My poor mother.

eta: about 400 miles

I grew up with a lot of woods surrounding our 4-acre lot and not much in the way of other children to play with. I'd often wander off in to the woods with a book and a juicebox and be gone for hours.

Of course, like as not I'd be in my playhouse, treehouse, or hammock, so Mom didn't have to freak out too many times.

I actually came home from work early today (~1 pm) because the pulled muscle is in the back of my thigh, and sitting on it was a tricksy proposition, and walking was embarrassingly painful.

I intended to work the rest of the afternoon -- even brought manuscripts home -- but I took a flexiril, ate some lunch, and food + muscle relaxant = snoozin' Tep.

I think I will actually be diligent, though, and get some of the work done now, as I'm propped up on my bed in a sitting-with-my-legs-out-straight position, with an ice pack under my leg.

Yoga. Sheesh! Namaste, motherfucker.

t shallow

Hmmph. Apparently Guess made the style of handbag I'm looking for. With a giant, appalling G -logo thing on the front. I suppose, since I would be epoxying a pink skull & crossbones cameo to the front of the handbag anyway, the giant appalling G isn't that big a deal. But still. Guess.

t / shallow

Wow, I killed the thread wurbling about handbags. Huh. Anyway, I think I like this one better than the Guess one: [link]

Teppy, I hope you have as pain-free a night as possible.

Poor Teppy. Ouch! pours a bit of 151 rum through the interwebs

I like the 2nd one better than the Guess one, Jilli.

I like the 2nd one better than the Guess one, Jilli.

Me too.

Tep, I hope your hamstring feels better soon.

Me three.

I'm having a weird thing right now. I hooked up L with my lawyer friend, and emailed her to make sure she was able to talk to him. It surprised me that she didn't go into anymore detail about what advice he gave her, and then it occured to me. It was probably hard enough for her to talk to one person about it, and why would you want to rehash it again without a stiff drink in front of you? Also, he's acting as a lawyer. It's totally none of my business.

So thinking of all that, and the reality of what's going on, even though I'm not a fan of the way dude treats her, started to make me really sad. Then, I just get an email from her asking about Happy Hour because she doesn't want to go home to an empty, torn up house. Am now getting weepy at the desk.