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.
I wish you had a video camera in your kitchen, so we could see the exact process that led to caffeinated chaos. I'm picturing TCG just walking in the kitchen, taking a handful of ground coffee, and then HURLING it vaguely in the direction of the stove.
Which is basically the approach I take to giving myself a pedicure. Only with nail polish instead of coffee. Seriously, I am very non-bendy, so reaching my toes at the perfect angle for painting the nails is well-nigh impossible. They end up looking like I just dumped polish all over the toe.
Seriously, I am very non-bendy, so reaching my toes at the perfect angle for painting the nails is well-nigh impossible.
I am also unbendy. I find that standing up and putting your foot up on something (the arm of my couch is a good height for me), and then bend the knee like you were stretching, and you can get to the toes pretty well.
I am also unbendy. I find that standing up and putting your foot up on something (the arm of my couch is a good height for me), and then bend the knee like you were stretching, and you can get to the toes pretty well.
Well, my fat belly and boobs get in the way, too. How do you deal with your ample bosom in that situation?
Relatedly, I adore MegaYoga, because she explains ways for fat people to modify yoga poses that can be hindered (or impossible) by a fat belly or boobs or what-have-you. There's a DVD and a book, and I like the book a lot better, because it's much more thorough in explaining the modifications.
I'm okay with the birth talk, but maybe it's too much for my subsconcious...I had a pregnant dream last night...my friends saw me in the hospital(some I know, some my brain made up)
At the beginning, I wasn't very pregnant, but they gave me Insta- Gestate, and were in the process of just, sort of collecting the baby when I woke up. It was a strange dream, but nice too. I really felt like my friends had gathered around.
I wish you had a video camera in your kitchen, so we could see the exact process that led to caffeinated chaos. I'm picturing TCG just walking in the kitchen, taking a handful of ground coffee, and then HURLING it vaguely in the direction of the stove.
This sounds like how I used to try to make coffee before the automated pot. Mr. Jane found me whimpering on the floor one morning, fighting with the filters, lamenting not having had any coffee so I could make coffee.
I am seriously not a morning person.
Since the hysterectomy, I will be lying there blissfully after Teh Sex and then have a moment of blinding panic, "Oh my god, we didn't use anything and--uh, oh yeah. Never mind."
Heh. I am the queen of paranoia. Despite having an IUD (and using condoms -- at The Boy's insistence, not mine), I still worry that I'm knocked up, mostly because, in fabulous irony, thanks to the IUD, I don't really get a period any more.
FTR, no real plans to give birth unless Life really surprises me in some fantastic way, but I do know there's no Instant Gestate.
thanks to the IUD, I don't really get a period any more.
Blessed, blessed IUD and the no period thing!! I don't freak out about pregnancy scares because I think I'd know the early signs by now. DH will be going in for a vasectomy next year, though, just in case.
Mornings got a lot easier when I got an automatic drip coffee maker.
