I'm also not hearing right how they call, say, "thirty all." It sounds like "trente un." I love how they say "egalité" for deuce. It makes the stakes seem so much more noble. I can't not also hear "liberté" and "fraternité" each time.
It's been a long time since I watched Roland Garros, but I think it's officially "trente à", as in "trente à trente", although most people would say "trente partout".
I was going to do it in pieces over the long weekend, and completely failed to do so.
Yeah, I was supposed to work much of the weekend and am now scrambling to finish things for meetings tomorrow.
Glad to hear Perkins is home safe and recuperating. Hope Sophie can come back home shortly, too.
I slept in on my day off. I've been trying to for eons but something always happens. Sunday I thought I'd slept till eleven and was happy, but it turns out the SO had woken up in the middle of the night and sleepily reset the clock instead of the alarm, so it was only eight, which was not so awesome since I'd gone to sleep at about three. I felt robbed. I'd felt rested until I discovered my extra time.
I also intend to do a lot of housework, but that will depend on if I actually stop watching television (free Choice Xtra preview on Directv this week, so I'm watching Science channel and Planet Green).
Right now I am watching a "How It's Made" on escalators in an attempt to defang my escalator phobia, but it's not working. So far I've learned that escalators are forged in the fires of hell by industrial robots. They did not show where they put in the monster that causes the green lights underneath the treads, but then they wouldn't, would they? Anyway, probably the monster gets in during the site installation.
I am at work, having had my long weekend last weekend. I have a headache. My new to me work computer has only one printer linked to it, and it's two floors down. People are asking me difficult questions for a Monday. Tino is working my last nerve.
I'm still tossing clothes into piles. One to wear this week, one to hang up immediately at the new place, one of winter clothes that still fit, one of sizes just a titch too small that I hope to fit back into soon, one to give away because they're hopelessly too small, and one that's just trash (mostly socks). I hope I remember which one is which.
My new to me work computer has only one printer linked to it, and it's two floors down
That is evil.
I'm oddly charmed by Alexis Denisof in the George Harrison video.
adorable!!
So far my plans have consisted of: waking up ridiculous early, realizing it's ridiculous early, going back to sleep for several more hours.
Now, I'm not sure what to do. I have a massage appointment (YAY!) at 3pm, and I am tempted to go back to the folklife festival downtown, but don't feel like getting my act in gear to go *before*, but am afraid if I try to go *after*, it'll be all people pulling up stakes and last dregs and whatnot (even though there's plenty scheduled at the end).
Anyone want to buy a slightly used toddler?
No. Oh, hell no. But 5:15 is 15 minutes more than I usually get. So maybe a swap?
I have to do dishes, then getting my eyebrows done, then a banquet this evening.
Ugh.
Shout out to the Baltimore Travel Plaza!
three blag trash bags full of clothes to get rid of!
I still have ten too many white shirts, but i am loathe to part with any, since they ruin so quickly.
Is it bad that I now want to go clothes shopping?
I blame the amount of tanks I own on the fact that, as it is a professional hazard that I'm bending over most of the day, I keep trying to find necks that are high enough to keep me decent. They look modest in the store, but after one wearing, all the birds and bees and hapless visitors are soon getting an eyeful.
If you could choose to never do one of the following again, which would it be:
laundry or dishes?
