Valentine's Day. Bah, humbug. I hope it's a happy day for everyone, despite the ads that imply that our lives would be perfect if only we had a man buy us jewelry. I don't even want a man who buys me jewelry. I want a man who buys me power tools.
Get better, Bug. Rest. Drink plenty of fluids. My mother believes in the magical power of tea. I believe in the magical power of ice cream.
I am still fooling with the office and I am about to drive the dog insane. There is dropping things and losing things and toe stubbing and much profanity. He usually ends up retiring to his crate and looking accusingly at me.
Get better, Bug. Rest. Drink plenty of fluids. My mother believes in the magical power of tea. I believe in the magical power of ice cream.
Tea--check. Ice cream--no check. But, I have popsicles, which sound better than ice cream right now.
There is dropping things and losing things and toe stubbing and much profanity.
Ginger, please be careful. We like our Ginger in one piece.
...
...YAY INDEED!
Man. I just about
inhaled
that Caesar salad. Half hour delivery time
my ass.
Bad job, FoodByPhone! All well and good emailing me a confirmation at 7.45 - but the damn food didn't arrive until two hours later! And that 'no croutons' request? Meant NO CROUTONS, damn your eyes!(...and yet I still tipped the bastard delivery guy. Because...because I'm not up to being that rude, really.)
...anyway, yes, feeling considerably more human now that I've inhaled a yummy salad and a couple of chicken satay things, and several wee chipolatas-wrapped-in-bacon. The rest can go sit in the fridge to be made into yummy breakfast.
I am contemplating chocolate. However, it is in a fairly dispassionate way, rather than in a yearning way - it is, after all, Valentine's Day. I scored a heart-on-a-stick wand-type thing from one wee girl, and a red rose from another wee girl, and a rather magnificent fan from a friend at work. And the only snuggles I'm getting are from The Cat Daniel (who is mostly after my dinner). Also, my stomach doesn't seem to believe that it's been fed yet, and is still making urgent 'OMG Hungry' grumbles, like an annoying toddler.
Think I'll wait a bit, and see if I really want chocolate. Suspect not.
But it's worldwide chocolatier's day.
See, the only Worldwide Chocolatier that springs to mind is Willy Wonka. Played by Johnny Depp.
...
...Johnny Depp.
...so, maybe I do need chocolate. Hmm.
Fay, I'm glad you got your foodies!!
VW - feel better, love. MWAH.
Happy Valentine's Day and Bah Humbug, for all.
I am a bit gronkly and bemoaning the fact that I have to have a job because Em is having her Valentine's Day party at school right now and I'm here not there and it makes me sad. She gave out Tinkerbell valentines and she wrote her name on on all of them.
She is dressed in all red and white today and looking just adorable as ever. And tonight we go to the library for new books and fun reading time and mommy homework.
Is it too much to ask that someone you have worked with for over 10 years to remember to spell your name? I'm not talking about someone I have worked with casually, but on my team, day to day, for years.
Today is starting out FUN.
gronk. New computers are bad. After watching Project Runway, I said I'd go to bed in 30 minutes after I did a few things. I got to my bedroom, looked at the clock and said "how the fuck is it almost 3am"
I know I need another project like I need a hole in my head, but I had ordered a couple of patterns a couple of weeks ago. They came today. Only, one of the patterns isn't the pattern I ordered. And, of course, it was the pattern I actually wanted more, because I want to get started on it as a christening gift for my nephew. Grrr...
