{{{Teddy}}}, {{{FredPete}}}, {{{Hubs}}}, {{{Gloomcookie & kitty}}}

Man, a brackety beginning of the day. I already have my 40 hours in for the week, and yet here I am. Thank gosh for overtime pay.

Let's see, this time last week I was done with work and headed off to see Beej.

I just came home to a destroyed tea kettle and blue enamel baked on to one of the burners. There's a message from TCG saying he needs to tell me about his coffee making experience this morning, but he's not answering the phone.

I just came home to a destroyed tea kettle and blue enamel baked on to one of the burners. There's a message from TCG saying he needs to tell me about his coffee making experience this morning, but he's not answering the phone.

Hee.

ETA: I'm sorry about the kettle. But the immediate reaction to the message could only be, "Yes. Yes I see that."

Much -ma to Fred and GC. Pets being sick sucks.

I know I feel much more prepared for pregnancy and parenting than I otherwise would.

I will admit, though, that there are times that I want to start a little club of the non-married, non-sprogged 'istas, just to get together once a month and say, "Everyone else still single and not-pregnant? Not just me? Okay." But that's likely as much a reaction to the "Oh My God, my entire high school graduating class is married and at least trying to reproduce!" thing.

In semi-related (or, at least, contrasting) news, I bought a new corset last Sunday. More of a Renaissance style (appropriate, as I was at a Ren Fest), but it has sufficient architecture that I am not so worried about boobular containment issues (yay!). And I so can't find any similar pictures on the web. Um, it's fairly short, but it has the extended busk in the front. And...hmmm...it's green... t shrugs

In semi-related (or, at least, contrasting) news, I bought a new corset last Sunday.

Yay for new corsetry!

I've got the full corset bra for my sister's wedding. A friend of mine, when helping me with my final fitting, asked how I could stand to wear it, I told her how comfortable they really are when you're my size. It's nice to have the support.

ETA: I'm sorry about the kettle. But the immediate reaction to the message could only be, "Yes. Yes I see that."

I did laugh for a few seconds, because there were also coffee grounds in the milk frother instead of the coffee press.

{{Fred Pete and Hubs}} {{GC}} I'm so sorry about the kitties.

So far I've gone for a walk, made coffee and done the dishes. Laundry must get done and more online searching for jobs. Instead, I'm reading fic and worrying about potty training, although my kids are in their 20s. Go figure.

I'm getting one for my sister's wedding, too. And I've convinced her to get one also. I need to get it before we order the dresses so that I can wear it when we measure. I ain't getting screwed like I did for B's wedding. If I can avoid the Fat Chick surcharge this time, I am.

Debet, we don't have any human kids. I figured out (luckily, before becoming any kind of a parent) that I have no business bringing up children.

I'm single and kid less. It's just me and the cat.