vw, I think those texts are a hot pink flag, so yeah. Cancelling probably wise.
Suzi, that's wonderful!
Here is a picture of Harvey getting skritched: [link]
Cutest thing!!
I have been fairly productive today. Cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, got 2 loads of laundry done, took out the trash and made a yummy supper.
I've also been trying to keep my feet elevated and drink a ton of water. Over the past week, I've been walking a lot, been in unconditioned rooms and sweaty, eaten food that was provided but salty and I'm PMSing. As a result, my feet and ankles are swollen in a v. ugly way. Not hurty, but icky. That's never happened to me before so I suspect it was just the perfect storm of things that did it.
Suzi, that's wonderful!
Me getting spit on my a chimp? Or me busting my DH on tv?
I stayed home to write this paper. The boys left almost 4 hours ago. I've written 2 paragraphs. This SUCKS.
That's hilarious, Suzi.
To the best of my knowledge I've never been televised, despite the fact I regularly attend games with a photogenic child. Just as well--I'm extremely self-conscious about cameras of any description.
Susan - Luckily with the tv camera's, you don't usually even know when you are being filmed. The hand held camera's are usually for the in house display jumbotron things.
There was one year when I swear the camera operators were bent on showing me eating. Game after game after game. Just what ANYONE wants televised. I had folks calling me and telling ME what I had for dinner.
Now, I make sure I eat before the game starts.
Heh. Well, I've only been on the jumbotron once, and the camera was really on the family in the row in front of us (this was pre-Annabel). And if I've been on TV, apparently no one who knew me was watching, because I haven't heard about it.
Somebody tell me to go write. Annabel is asleep, the game is over (we gained ground on the Angels, woo!), and DH is working on a project of his own. IOW, there are NO distractions or interruptions waiting to happen. This is RARE. But I'm not taking advantage of it because I'm stuck on how to write the next scene. I won't even dignify it with the term writers block (and anyway, Bernard Cornwell said at a conference I was at that there's no such fucking thing as writers block, if you mean to be a professional you do your job whether you're in the mood or not, and I agree with him). It's just pure procrastination. The scene is in the POV of the character I'm having the most trouble writing, and it's a sort of tricky action scene, so I'm stalling because it's not going to be easy or fun to write.
It's just pure procrastination.
Sing it. I've spent all evening, trying to bang out 1,050 words on the environmental factors related to domestic and global marketing. I'm at 745...and BRAIN DEAD.
I have to writer a paper tomorrow. Ick.
WindSparrow, that is too precious for words!
Cutest thing!!
I know! One of my favoritest things nowadays is to see how happy Harvey is being skritched by Daniel.
I still need to get my own damn cat, though.
