TGIF - not something I normally say, but I'm over getting up and out to school so early every day. This morning the car battery was dead, and my van keys were in Miami in DH's truck. I tried rolling down the driveway and popping the clutch, but apparently my skilz are lame. Got a friend to jump me and took Brendon to school late then left the car running until it was time to take Bobby to the bus stop and now the car is parked nose out at the office. Guess I am here for a time. Also, a big thing I didn't think was going to clear yet happened and I have to deal with the red balance today. Ugh.
Job ~ma for Matt. He deserves a nice sane stable environment for a change. (stable totally looks spelled wrong to me)
Poor Mooshu. Brandy has times where she gets all inflamed too. A summer away from the heat and humidity helped her. Try and get some stuff in a spray bottle because it is sometimes easier to soak the area quick.
Lots of coffee required.
Ha! No. Not quite. He's a bit of a drunk.
So actually more like my dad, except he never had any reason to suck up to us, since my mom would not leave him.
Job~ma to Matt. It would be lovely if he could get a job paying him what he's worth in a place with less drama.
I just let the dog out and said, "Bark if you need anything." I think I'm pretty far gone.
Kristin, you have every reason to curl up around a bottle of pain killers. That stuff is exhausting and scary.
Neighbor's 4-year-old grandson: What comes after 12 grades?
His mother: College.
4-year-old: Can you come with me to college?
His mother: I can if you want me too.
4-year-old: Do they have candy there?
Best of kitty~ma for beth's kitty, and a side of job~ma for Matt.
I'm beyond gronk and into cranky. Harvey is sitting on my desk purring - at me this time, not the puter - and I'm not snuggling him....
Well I did just kiss his forehead, so he's not totally neglected.
Amon is always snuggly in the morning, no matter how much I tell him, "Mommy has to go to work so she can feed your bottomless gut. Please stop being so adorable while playing with my shoelaces, I can't snorgle you and pet you and call you George."
So
now
I can say happy birthday to meara and Jen!
Yay, thank you! I was just coming in here to say Happy Birthday meara!!!!!!
So now I can say happy birthday to meara and Jen!
Ooooh!
Happy birthday, Jen!
Happy birthday, meara!
gets out the party hats and noisemakers.
I'm up, waiting for my turn in the shower. Persey clawed the back of my chair and then when I followed her (to pick her up and put her on the rug it's OK for her to claw) she led me to her string toy and sat down on it.
Happy birthday, meara!!!
Happy birthday, Jen!!!
Off to the UCLA library to work on my paper. Ugh. At least it's Friday - and a 3-day weekend!
