'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
[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.
I tried out a yoga class finally and really, really enjoyed it.
YO-GA YO-GA YOGA!!!
But alas, Owen had a meltdown in childcare and I had to leave and calm him down--which totally blew my relaxation vibe.
He's 3ish, right? There was a story in the Sun paper today about how, actually, 3 is way harder than 2 for a lot of parents. It's fairly content free but at least you know you aren't alone!
You totally should.
They are hilarious (maybe only to me), these little elaborate stackings of napkins, cigarettes, matches and coasters.
my office is FREEZING. Hard to type, it's so chilly. The air isn't even on, so it's not like I can turn it off. And some dumbass (looks in mirror) told operations years ago to not allow this unit to do heat, cuz they couldn't figure out how to not make it 'maintain' a temperature, thus pouring out heat into the equipment racks when it wasn't wanted/needed. Of course, the equipment isn't on now.... brrrrrrr...
/1st world gripe
So far I have not gotten a call about the job. I'm going to assume it's busy at the other business and not freak out until Monday.
It was a busy afternoon. But only 10 posts in over 3.5 hours?
It is a quiet holiday season.
My time would have been better spent hanging here. I have accomplished pretty close to nothing on my list today.
I am home!!! Thank jebus.
Does an appointment at the Genius Bar cost money?
Nope, but the proposed solutions to whatever problem brought you there usually will. Though sometimes stuff just gets inexplicably fixed for free. I brought Hec's iPod in to the Genius Bar a couple of weeks ago after it had been stubbornly refusing to do anything but be a very dead and very expensive paperweight for over a month. The iPod genius ran a diagnostic thingie on it, proclaimed it dead and basically unfixable, gave me a list of expensive options and handed it back to me. When I returned its corpse to Hec, it suddenly started working again.
Matilda update: She has started tantruming, so far all fashion-related meltdowns. Two nights ago she got her tiny mitts on a Coach bag my dad had gotten for me, and spent an hour toddling around the living room trying to get the strap to stay on her shoulder and crying with frustration when it wouldn't (also crying with rage when Hec tried to take it away from her). Last night she dug through her outgrown stuff, found a pair of tiny black patent shoes, and presented them to Hec insisting that he put them on her. They completely didn't fit, whereupon she melted down again.
Matilda tantrums happen thusly: Her knees buckle, she swoons, she puts her forehead to the floor, and then she weeps forlornly. It's really kind of funny. Or possibly I am callous and strange.
Bad, bad Owen, interrupting Mommy's yoga!
Both facts about Matilda (the swooning tantrums and the fact that they are fashion-related) SLAY me.
That's exactly how I like to throw tantrums! The forehead on the floor is very soothing.
I only do this when I am at home by myself because of societal pressure against throwing tantrums, but I totally get where Matilda is coming from.
And I have no doubt that it's funny.