Gronkies

I slept about 12 hours and am moving slow.

I wish I knew better how to comfort K-Bug through this. I see her making some of the classic breakup mistakes, but yet she doesn't really want to talk with me about it, so I just have to sit back and watch. Gah - being a parent is hard.

Tonight my dad is having a "party" for me, celebrating my graduation (once I got the pretty piece of paper, he acknowledged my degree). I put party in quotes cause other than my family I have no clue who is invited or what is happening. It is one evening. I can do this.

Poor K-Bug. Healing-ma to her.

Oh, poor K-Bug. Hang in there, girl.

Also, Suzi, your dad is a little bizarre. I'm glad he's recognizing the degree, but um...party that you have no idea what's happening at? Something weird and wrong about that...

Healing ~ma to K-Bug, but also, coping and not butting in ~ma to you Suzi. I know it's hard, but you can do it. And I hope you have fun at the party, whatever it turns out to be!

Poor K-Bug! Suzi, you're doing a lot just by being present. All those classic mistakes are things we all seem to be unable to avoid, but we all learn from them. You two are so close, and have such a wonderful relationship that I'd bet folding money she'll come talk to you eventually -- and then you can talk about the mistakes. I for one, am glad that she's not going through it alone at college with only (well meaning but inexperienced) dorm mates.

libkitty, I hope you feel better soon!

I think we're going to take off for the National Mall soon with the puppy to walk around.

Oh, my goodness. Redneck Wedding is freaking hysterical.

The heat is out in my apartment. It's not an emergency like it would be other places, but it's extremely uncomfortable. No likey.

(The cat, of course, is smug in his double-thick fur coat. Damn cat.)

Aw, poor K-Bug.

{{GC and GF}}

Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cooooold out there today.

It's coooold out there every day!

aw, man. I'm gonna have to be somebody's Fuckcake of The Day on Monday. Fucking tech companies and their fucking 'self-guided" tour things and...just, argh. But I promise I won't say that to the person that picks up. But Norton can kiss my crippled Irish ass with my next computer, I swear.

I guess the concept of the bowl is lost on me as my galley of a kitchen is always arms reach from the trash bin, so why make another dish to clean when you can drop stuff in the bin. I guess I could see it in a larger kitchen. Maybe some day I'll have one of those. :: sigh ::