Up at 7:30 and walked the dog. DH got up at 6:30 to be there for the floor refinishing guys at the new house. This is mitigated by the fact that he is then going to a musical instrument garage sale I found on The Crack Craig's List. Here's hoping he doesn't spend so much we can't afford a stove.
So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish. Went mad with hunger. Hallucinated a whole bunch.
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Spike's Bitches 37: You take the killing for granted.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Scrappy - Aug 04, 2007 7:01:49 am PDT #35 of 10001
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Zenkitty - Aug 04, 2007 7:06:36 am PDT #36 of 10001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Up at 6. Is now 12. Have done nothing except write a piece of a fanfic. Am lazy. Pronouns are for the ambitious.
Anne W. - Aug 04, 2007 7:08:12 am PDT #37 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Things are definitely more relaxed with Glen out of the hospital, but until he's recovered enough not to need my mom's supervision (he's on an IV antibiotic drip), they'll still be a bit tense. This is in part due to the fact that he's not a very good patient.
Sparky1 - Aug 04, 2007 7:10:34 am PDT #38 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
Today's Pilates teacher couldn't keep track of the count. We did things in threes, fours, fives, sixes, etc. It kept me alert the whole class since I never knew when she'd tell us to change.
My DH is making veggie burgers and then I think we're going to go down to the Postal Museum, just because it is the least visited Smithsonian and just a short hobble across the street from Union Station. His ankle is all puffy again, and he's trying to blame it on the heat, not the fact that he played Frisbee twice this week. @@
Laura - Aug 04, 2007 7:13:48 am PDT #39 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Even a good patient would be bad moody by now. I'm a good patient in that I just want to be left alone with a stack of books and DVDs when I am sick. DH is horrible. He wants company so he can complain endlessly while refusing to do anything that might be helpful. Thankfully he is rarely sick.
Laura - Aug 04, 2007 7:15:10 am PDT #40 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
oatmeal
Sounds like Sparky's DH has something in common with mine.
d - Aug 04, 2007 7:17:02 am PDT #41 of 10001
It's nice to see some brave pretenders trying to make it interesting.
Sparky, sorry your DH's ankle is all hurty. I love the Postal Museum! Partly because my grandfather was a mailman yonks ago.
I just finished a very fun book, Secret Society Girl, by Diana Peterfreund. Now to actually do some chores and then it's off to a surprise birthday party. Also? It's hot. Feh.
Sparky1 - Aug 04, 2007 7:18:42 am PDT #42 of 10001
Librarian Warlord
He's trying to justify going to play Frisbee tomorrow afternoon.
My DH is a PITA patient because he wants me to entertain him the whole time. He'll ask me 100x a day, "what are you doing nowwwwwwww?" in the hope I can play cards.
With something like a twisted ankle, I'd want books to keep me company. If I'm sick and feeling yucky, I want the TV clicker.
DCJensen - Aug 04, 2007 7:46:14 am PDT #43 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
Wow. I was tired. G'morningafternoon ev'one.
Laura - Aug 04, 2007 7:55:09 am PDT #44 of 10001
Our wings are not tired.
Ah, sleep good. Daniel, your tag reminds me that my son Brendon popped his head up and said Huh! when he heard that line. He doesn't watch DW, but was in the room.
My DH is a PITA patient because he wants me to entertain him the whole time.
DH is not so much looking for entertainment as sympathy and I have none. Him: my head aches Me: Did you take anything? Him: No, my head aches Me: Did you eat anything? Him: No, my head aches. Me: Do you want a cold compress? Him: No, my head aches. Me: then suffer, I have stuff to do.