It's been a while since I've pimped my birthday, but I feel the need to mention that it's THREE WEEKS until my 40th birthday WOOOOO!
(Tim and I leave the next morning for vacation, and so we will *not* be celebrating my birthday until we get to the beach, because there is no level of hell quite like trying to pack for vacation with Tim. IN.SANE. So the night before we leave -- aka, my birthday -- will not have time for celebrating, what with the frenzy and stress and anxiety and cleaning and packing and repairing the fence [all that is only Tim; *my* plan is to pack and eat cake, although that will probably be ditched in favor of anxiety and cleaning].)
I hope your pre-vaca, pre-b-day weeks are at least slightly less stressful than you anticipate, Teppy. And if not, that you are generously rewarded by a lovely time on holiday.
psst, Teppy - does the drill press get to go along?
Pix, I'm glad you're standing firm. I'm proud of you for sticking to principles even though it is very stressful for you.
Nora's cousin needs a smack.
My use of spoons was a metaphor. Actual spoons, I went out and bought a bunch. Too bad you can't find the metaphorical spoons at a garage sale. "I have so much excess energy, I'm selling it! An hour of pain-free motion, just a dollar!"
I am sitting in Richmond Airport, waiting for a flight that's been delayed by 1.5 hours. This means I'll have 20 minutes to make my connecting flight, including going back through Security. With all my bags, because they told me even if I made it, my bag would not, and I wouldn't get it until tomorrow. Jet Blue kindly let me keep it with me to carry-on, so at least if I end up spending the night in the Boston airport, I'll have clean underwear.
They said they could put me on an American Airlines flight and get me to Portland an hour later, but I hate to make my friends wait for an hour for me. I'm taking my chances, but I'm wondering if I should reconsider.
Better an hour late than miss flight.
bet friends would rather wait hour than come back tomorrow.ACCEptandtellfriends.
I was going to come in here and whine about my stress and what remains to pack and the fruit fly explosion in my house. But then I watched the Lafayette "AIDS burger" scene from True Blood s1 [link] and I feel better. Watched it twice, in fact. "Tip your waitress."
t tacklehugs smonster
I join you in your stress frenzy. Things just keep getting worse here.
Three times now, I showed it to the friends who took me to dinner. And I've watched other Lafayette clips. I need to do dishes, pack for the beach, and pack three boxes tonight.
Uh huh. Any time now.
t tacklehugs Pix back
Oh no, Pix. What's happened now?
smonster, that's the first thing I've seen that makes me think I might want to start watching
True Blood.
Tell me he's a regular character?
