Yay St. Thomas, vw!

Nicole, sorry about the work stuff, but you have definitely earned a lazy day.

I need to be writing a paper today. I really wish I hadn't procrastinated it until the last minute because it would have been nice to do something fun with Dave on his day off.

This is what I know about Cork: It is sinking; their librarians are useful and nice; you can carve peat from the nearby hills; people drink Murphy's Ale in the south of Ireland; Murphy's Ale is pronounced Marphy's; the students of communism at Cork University will gladly buy you free ale.

This is actually all useful information. Except that I'm from Dublin and thus drink Guinness (although I actually prefer Murphy's, but shh).

I'm off to the street fair today.

Somehow I don't think the next episode of Supernatural is going to be That Creepy Feeling: why is Liz afraid of the dark?

Put me on the "Loved Cork" train. I was travelling after college and broke and on a budget and couples kept buying me drinks. "Oh sweetie, buy her a drink." And I hitch hiked.

OK I'm taking a stupid OKCupid test. Why does this question practically make me cry? Seriously- tears welled...

You're in the mall, doing a bit of window shopping. You notice a small boy - maybe 5 or 6 years old - on one of the seats, crying quietly. Nobody else seems to have noticed him yet. What do you do?

I mean- this is Schroedinger's kid. For all I know he's crying because he's on a time out and his mother is three feet away. Why is my instant reaction to "scared little kid" (or scared developmentally disabled person for that matter) this gut wrenching sadness?

bad thread killer! No biscuit!

How are you spending your monday?

I'm watching Dead Like Me on Scifi and trying to sew at least 20 place mats before I go to bed tonight.

On the upside, I have skull and crossbones denim to do 9 of them in, which I believe 9-12 year-olds will like a lot.

I'm off to fiesta hermosa.

OMG. I'm at the flippin' beach. The coast. It's supposed to be cooler here. I am sympathetic to those inland, but holy mother of dog, I don't have a/c BECAUSE I'm at the beach and it's supposed to be cooler. 96º is NOT cooler. So how hot is it? I took my carafe of water and added ice to it (something I never do, cuz not a huge fan of ice water). I added a tray of cubes. A TRAY of cubes. In less than 10 minutes, every sliver of said cubes was melted.

Yup, spending my LDW with friends with a/c.... as soon as they wake up.

On Saturday I got up at 4 a.m. and rode with my DH to the airport. Then I got in the driver's seat, turned the car around and drove up to see Sox and family in Philadelphia. I got to meet the lovely d, and we all ate way too much yummy food, and watched a couple of episodes of Wonderfalls. On Sunday, I had a walk with Sox and family, then got back in the car to get back to D.C. in time to go to open houses. I really liked one house, but it already has an offer on it, and the seller's agent was being pushy, so I decided I could turn my back on it. Then I went to Trader Joe's, spent over an hour on the phone with my mother (she knows all about your house now, Sox!) and collapsed into bed. Couldn't sleep, and ended up reading half the night.

All of which is to say, I have spent most of my Monday poking around the house to get a few chores done and trying to find the inspiration to do a few more, but the balcony and my book have been a distraction all day.