In my dream about Hugh, he was sitting in his big squashy chair in his House apartment, with his feet up on the ottoman. I was facing him with my knees on either side of his hips and he was holding my ass like it was gonna fly away and kissing and nuzzling my neck with his yummy stubbly face.

Sigh.

The man is old enough to be my father and yet, I don't give a damn.

{{{beth&smonster&cats}}}

So, basically, Hugh Laurie gets an invite to the next F2F and we put the snog shirt on him?

Hells yeah.

ATTN: fans of Wicked - here is a video of the touring company visiting Big Cat Rescue: [link]

I had to run out after dinner and get DH's family some gifts for our belated family Christmas. When I walked back in, before I even got to take my coat off the kids started the usual chorus of "Mom! Mom!" followed by a stream of questions. DH joined in with, "MommommommomLisaLisaLisaMomMom..." I asked him TWICE to stop because I couldn't hear myself think. He kept doing it. I finally blew my top and yelled at him to stop.

Now I feel like a jerk and he's sulking. WTF? What kind of adult acts like that?

watching the Olympics, and the ladies downhill are having some nasty crashes. Wow! that course is tough. Ouch!

Oh, fun. Someone on another board is mansplaining to me that having ADD doesn't actually affect my work patterns the way I say it does, and that if I just tried harder, I'd be able to work on a normal schedule.

My brain hasn't yet decided if it will react to this with rage, panic attack, or crying. I've tried ignoring, but it's not working.

Seems I've chosen crying.

I will be so glad when this semester is over.

Ah, yes, trying harder cures everything. Everything! Why do I always forget that?

Rage and crying tend to go together for me, Hil.

Sorry to hear you have encountered such a jerk, Hil.