'Underneath'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh- I forgot to say congrats to ALlyson re: the move. I was amused that when I read about it, I was watching Eureka! I wanted to post at the time, but my new nails and my new phone do not go together well in therms of posting!
Also, I was just watching this video posted over at shakesville, and somehow Mick Jagger is reminding me of Ethan Rayne...
It looks like that award is the equivalent of our Tony Awards.
(I wish that they'd filmed that production of Othello too.)
ION, beagles!
WE HAD A GOOD MORNING!!
it is not that our mornings are ususally horrible, but they are often rushed and have at least once instance of me getting exasperated and mac getting upset. Today, not so. WE HAVE TWARTED YOU MORNING!!
I think the key was repeating the mantra, "do only what HAS to be done". That left me time to help mac getting dressed, and me being there kept him focused. He was first in line for school to open and he loves that.
I am also working on smiling at him more. I tend to look like something is bothering me when not thinking about anything (confirmed by random sampling of people I trust) - he reads this as anger - I went out ona limb and decided that was proably not great, so more smiling and engaged eyes!
malt-o-meal
YAY Allyson
poor Burrell
Sue, your painting tales have confused me and made me laugh. please be safe.
I remember at school, girls weren't allowed to wear trousers. I've no idea why. They had to wear skirts.
We had to wear skirts until 1970. I remember the change well. The sensible girls wore snow pants under the skirts and kept them in the lockers with our coats, but plenty of girls just wore hose. Frostbite on shins was not uncommon.
Yay corduroy! The look suits you well, Tom. Thanks for indulging us with the pics.
Isaac is up now. mmm. Sun is up too. Guess it's time to make coffee.
It's Monday again, isn't it?
It's Monday again, isn't it?
ssh. don't wake my brain. it thinks it's still dreaming
blaaaargh. Morning dark when alarm clock goes off. Brain confused. Confused and sad. Snooze button evil.
Brain confused. Confused and sad.
Mine, too.