On our walk this afternoon we heard a tree chirping like a houseful of Tom Bombadils, then a robin shot out of it like a missile and the chirping stopped. We crept up and saw the nest of baby robins, but took off before MomRobin returned.
So I had to go to an office today I worked in 10 years ago. It's full of new people.
New
people, I mean. People who were just starting high school when I worked there. And that doesn't include the summer interns.
They were all very thin and shiny and seemed somewhat bemused by the middle-aged gothish person.
I'm old.
This LOLCats is feeling particularly appropriate right now.
I've had a nap and am prepared to pull my all-nighter. I feel like a college student or something.
New thread!
waves
Also...
Dickens World
???!!!
Yep, Dickens' World. Really.
It's baby birds all around! I had just gotten done telling our trio how lucky they are that we are not predators.
Connie, ruinous shipping might not be all that big a barrier to the true and dedicated stuff collector that is FIL. He wants them going to a good home beyond all reason. The feel-good factor may well motivate him.
I just called to Hubby, "Do you want a bunch of old Scientific Americans?" "That would be neat--oh, no, who died?" "No one's dead. We're talking boxes, here, now." "Oh, that would be neat--gosh, that would cost a lot to ship." "Hold that thought."
Yes, Good Homes R Us. Hubby keeps flipping through them in the supermarket and going, "I wish I could afford a subscription." Let the negotiations commence.
connie, they could be sent media mail, so shipping might not be awful.
cute husbandman will be bringing me lemonade and will cook me dinner. This is very good. I think I wouldn't bother with food if he didn't make me some. which would be bad.
I just tried to help Hubby with the dishes. Since I do the working, he does the house as much as he can. He told me I was doing it wrong--and he was right--and while he did appreciate the attempt to help, he'd rather do it himself. Which is a relief, because I hate doing dishes, but, gosh, I should be able to do dishes.
Oh, the problems of the modern geek woman.
