Jayne ,'Jaynestown'
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.
Yesterday was the (6 years younger than I) DH's birthday, and we had this conversation, which is kinda germane to this topic:
DH: So, I'm out of the 35-45 age bracket now. I'm old.
Me: Yeah, but remember, no matter how old you get...
DH: I'm still younger than you.
Me: That's right.
DH: Thank God. That's the only thing that allows me to go on.
Extra gothy? What does that entail? And will there be pictures?
In the realm of not so gothy, but not entirely ungothy sartorial news, Franny insisted on wearing her fairy wings to school today.
I have the early signs of a sore throat. I think I'm going to try to follow DH's advice and keep quiet today, but I have a strong urge to clean out the shower stall while the kids are out of the house (I hate exposing them to the bleach).
Unpossible. That's like trying to make the cover of "Smell the Glove" blacker.
Awww, thank you!
Extra gothy? What does that entail? And will there be pictures?
It involves more eyeliner, a more elaborate outfit, and possibly a tiny top hat. Yes, there will be pictures.
In the realm of not so gothy, but not entirely ungothy sartorial news, Franny insisted on wearing her fairy wings to school today.
Go Franny! I approve.
In work news, I got a hilarious email from my work nemesis (remember her??) that said, "Please give me the dates for the following events: June 16 event, [other event], [other event].
Luckily, the date for the "June 16 event" is actually JULY 16.
I hate her, Jesse. I want to send her angry emails from an anonymous account.
ION, people at my work are emphatically ignoring my announcements of an early office closure. I do not want to do any additional work today, but I would be pleased to get rid of this one pile of papers. QUANDRY!
In the realm of not so gothy, but not entirely ungothy sartorial news, Franny insisted on wearing her fairy wings to school today.
In similar news, Annabel's class made decorated paper crowns in daycare this week and got to take them home yesterday. (I think this had something to do with the biblical story of Esther, which was the week's theme in chapel time.) She wore hers to the library, talking about it to the librarian, random people on the elevator and in the check-out line, etc. When asked if she was a princess, she always said she was the king.
She wanted to wear the crown to bed, but we suggested she prop it on the head of the bed instead. (As she sometimes does with her pirate hat from her Halloween costume, leading me to wish her pirate dreams when I kiss her goodnight.)
Did she get the date wrong Jesse? Because that would be hiLARious.
My forecasting database is actively working against me today. It is usually my friend. What did I do to incur its wrath?
This would be why men irritate me so much.
I think this is an unfair characterization
Maybe more an unfair generalisation than characterisation?
It does seem a shame to toss out the baby (oops) with the bathwater, but maybe you don't place much value on the baby in the first place.
Did she get the date wrong Jesse? Because that would be hiLARious.
I don't know what the hell her problem is.