And hello to everyone! Ginger, did you find the severed end of your finger? Did they sew it back on? Is it evil now?
Lilah ,'Destiny'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I hit the end on the slicing blade of the food processor, which was on when it shouldn't have been, because it's old and jury-rigged. It was extremely stupid and also makes me queasy to think about.
Team hydrocodone is falling down at the job. Now I know that you don't question the guy when you cut off his finger; you question him the next day, taunting him with a bottle of pain killers.
Ginger, ouch!! I hope they gave you some good painkillers for that.
One of Dylan's classmates is having a pool party at the Y this afternoon, so we thought we'd aim for a quietish morning and early nap. Well, so much for that. He's bouncing off the fucking walls and at this rate will probably fall asleep about 5 minutes before we have to leave. Kill me now. (By which I mean "make me a martini.")
Ouch, indeed! I hope the drugs kick in soon.
Sounds quite accomplished there, Zenkitty.
My big projects for the day besides work work stuff are annoying but required before moving projects. Cleaning out the big major junk drawer(s) in the kitchen and cleaning out the medicine cabinet. All those parts and keys that have been in the drawer for years and all the expired for a decade or more medications are going to be history. Of course, I am the only one that can make those decisions.
I have to go to work at the office for half the day. Then we are going to In-Laws for fake early Seder, where my big project will be not to engage with my conservative, know-it-all bro-in-law if he starts talking about political subjects.
Zen, that was a ton. Kudos on the stealth tree saving.
Yesterday kicked my butt. Tired. Want to veg. but... Need to buy boxes. Pay rent. Give notice that I'm moving out. Do the pile of filing that will clean the bedroom, so that I can get down the road for packing. Moving sucks. Thankfully I've been pretty good at not junking this apt up in the 2 years that I've been here. This move should be a lot easier. But still a lot of work to do.
omnis, when do you leave?
Zen, making me oh, so tired. But I want pictures. Yard porn, mmmm.
Ginger, may the drugs do their job--a better one than they're apparently doing at the moment. Hindsight is wonderful, and can be a great motivator, says the wife of the guy who blew himself up helping a pile of green brush trimmings burn on a hot August afternoon by an injudicious application of gasoline. And a long enough wait to find the matches for the fumes to spread about 25 feet.
omnis, when do you leave?Last day of work here in TX is Apr 23rd.
Hoping movers pick up stuff Apr 29th or 30th.
Clean apartment, and jump on the road 30th or May 1st.
Start work at new job May 17th.
ION, I lost 3/4 of my hair tonight.
...on purpose?
My hair is long enough to put up in little bear cub ear-looking bun/pigtail dealies. And my stylist's husband died so she's out until after Easter. So bear cub ears it is. (I think they're pretty cute, actually.)