'Serenity'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
It's been that kind of a week. I was convinced all day yesterday that it was Wednesday (despite filling the day with all my regularly scheduled Tuesday tasks), right up until I was about to leave for the monthly staff meeting and realized it was the wrong day. My officemate woke up Monday convinced it was Friday.
I blame pollen. Not for any specific reason, just because we've got a lot of it around here, and pollen is always blameworthy.
Hop Rod Rye
Mmmm, Hop Rod. They talked about putting that or the Dogfish Head 90-Minute IPA on tap at work, until I patiently explained that the bartenders would drink most of the kegs. Instead, we're getting a new offering from Stone Brewing Company (the people who do Arrogant Bastard). V. excited.
Olivia was three and a half and Owen was a month after his fourth birthday before I considered our "training" done. I think they do it on their own time. Often, long after the parents are ready.
I hate it when Christopher's out of town. This is a hard week. I feel like I'm juggling a bunch of balls and dropping them all on my head.
It is that kind of a week. Of course, the fact that it's Wednesday means it's donut day, and I have to go pick up 10 dozen of them on the way to work.
My officemate woke up Monday convinced it was Friday.
Oh THAT'S just got to suck.
I worked Sunday, and I usually work tonight but this week I switched and I'm working tomorrow night, so I ahve no idea what day it is. I am also triple-booked from 2-2:30pm today. Joy.
I am working on a car-buying spreadsheet. Buying a car is SO BORING.
Casper was potty-trained for pee right around 3, but she insisted on pooping in a diaper while hiding in the closet well past 3.5. Dillo needed to be out of diapers for school at 3 years one month, and for the first couple of weeks he had 2-3 accidents most days, and they dealt with it. He's 3 years 8 months now and still has pee accidents reasonably often, mostly little leak-ish ones. He kinda just doesn't care much. He's good for poop though, thank god.
I blame pollen. Not for any specific reason, just because we've got a lot of it around here, and pollen is always blameworthy.
My allergies are KILLING me. If I want to breathe, I have to take enough antihistamines to fell a horse. This is making me a little comatose.
Die, pollen. Painfully.
A truly beautiful grammar rant: [link]
Ah yes, the Alot. Beautiful plumage.
Die, pollen. Painfully.
Wrod!
Wrod!
Goldenwrod, I presume.
I might have mentioned that a friend of mine who majored in English and French did not know that "alot" is not a word. How does that happen?