I read msbelle's umbrella post this morning, went to work, got horribly busy and ended up not leaving work until about 10 hours later, got home and caught up a bit in Natter and it wasn't until ita said:
I have now heard the umbrella song msbelle quoted.
That I fully realized why I'd had that DAMN SONG stuck in my head all day. Ptui!
I'm looking forward to the weekend, except for the part where I have to give Ashton cat a bath again. He's supposed to get one every week for 6 weeks with this medicated shampoo in the hopes that he stops itching so much. This will only be the second week. But since he's sitting next to me trying to eat his own hind foot, I don't have much choice in the matter.
Oooh! sarameg, I'd be fine with that. I think your dad's awesome.
Burrell, church tomorrow on?
I think he's awesome too, but am well aware of his drawbacks. Which probably only annoy me. But he also gives good instructions so you can figure it out yourself later. Thank god, because the months of watermain work meant I had to clean out my faucet screens and washers a LOT.
Loki is randomly biting trim. Um, kid? Leave the lead paint alone. Now he's on to making out with my shoes. Okay.
I'm doing so well on spending this month in a way that's sustainable. Need to seriously get to work on replacing basement door and garage door since I think I'm saving again.
Sue,
thank you
for that link to Sleep Talkin' Man. I've spent most of the evening, as Hec can attest, weeping from sheer exhaustion and work rage, and that blog is the most awe-inspiring thing I've seen all week. Sadly, all the most tagline-worthy mumblings of the sleep husband are decidedly not safe for work. But it's just so nice to cry from laughter for a change. Seriously. I owe you.
You know, I didn't click on the link at work when it was posted but did a search to pull it up once I got home (what can I say? I click on ita's links too).
It turns out, a Natter search for "labia" turns up a rather surprising number of hits.
Dude, this thread only opened this morning.
Yeah, okay.
Hubby thinks Sleep Talking Man's wife is cruel and should get him a C-pap machine already so he can get proper oxygen to his brain. I think he's afraid I'll start taking notes.
I must say, Hubby's come out with some nasty remarks to me in his sleep. I don't tell him most of them.
