Good on Grace. That should be shiny making.
I'm a little aglow this week with family and friend stuff, but otherwise it's a normal week with crazy work and standard pain, which is a bummer. I wish I could at least change the pain status quo. The work thing I'm getting a handle on.
The marathon call last night was fascinating, though. I can't imagine why anyone spends any time around my family when we're not on our good behaviour. Dear lord, those people (yeah, them) are crazy. We're so dialled up to 11. I can't even imagine how any of us can hold down relationships. Not that many of us do.
The news in Australia just got more awesome. Student rescued from muggers by ninjas
Well, I have something to say if anyone asks about the last thing that made me smile.
Fingers crossed on the IEP, Kat. Go Gracie!
In further "I want to marry Casper's friend Thomas" news, his mother reports that he told her a list of reasons she chose Casper over other girls, who are either too bossy or too quiet. I guess Casper is juuust right. (I think so too, but I may be prejudiced.)
This reminds me of last year. Sara came home with a picture she'd drawn of herself, Emma, and Noah -- they were all getting married together. It was so adorable, and so ... progressive!
I guess Casper is juuust right. (I think so too, but I may be prejudiced.)
Yes, but now you have outside confirmation. That makes it scientific fact.
I can't find my skirt. That's the only skirt I had in my mental wardrobe for today. I've already picked the top. I'm already wearing the top. Adjustment will be disproportionately difficult if I can't locate the damned thing soon.
I overslept, but not by enough that I couldn't have made up the time if I had tried.
I'm pretty sure watching part of the Second David Job doesn't count as trying.
I can't find my skirt.
You need to do like Sara, and obsessively lay out your clothes the night before, down to socks, barrettes and/or headband. This follows asking me politely to check the weather, so she can plan appropriately.
You need to do like Sara, and obsessively lay out your clothes the night before, down to socks, barrettes and/or headband. This follows asking me politely to check the weather, so she can plan appropriately.
Too cute. How old is she now?
She's six, sj. And obsessed with her clothes. It's adorable and ... wearying at the same time.
