Feh. Was supposed to go to a dinner party tonight. Host just cancelled because someone couldn't make it and he wanted us to all be together. Annoying.

JUST cancelled? As in only a couple of hours notice? That's ridiculous, and remarkably rude to the rest of you.

"Well, if so and so's not there it's not worth having at all." What a lovely sentiment.

Dear People What are Thinking of Dying in Your Sleep:

Please to postpone this event until after you have lived a long life. Or, you know, until we can all be there together.

Thanks ever so much, and lots of love, Me

IOmememeN: I'm pretty sure I had five hours of sleep last night, and I know I have had a total of five hours napping today (lots of nice snuggling with purring beasties, as when Daniel is at work, Harvey often comes back to me, fickle cat). I just woke up from a dream in which I missed the bus. That's pretty much it. I was at the stop on time, had a ticket, the bus was sitting there, but the door wouldn't open, and it just drove away without me. Thbbbbpt.

I am now eating a yummy salad of mixed baby lettuces strawberries, blueberries, red and yellow bell peppers, and green olives. It's possible the combination would only appeal to me, but I'm enjoying the heck out of it.

Home news. Wallybee's job is disappearing in August. At least they gave her a decent amount of notice. I'm not that sorry about it, the place had turned toxic for her over the last six months.

Meanwhile, Ryan can now count up to ten in Chinese, without any prompting and with excellent pronunciation. (Which actually puts his Chinese ahead of his English. He still needs prompting to get up to ten, and pronounces 'five' as 'fart'. No way that could end badly.)

I was with you until the olives.

I just spent 45 minutes cleaning up a brand new bottle of Pimm's off my kitchen floor. I'd had one drink out of it. Color me pissed. Here's hoping I got it all and no wee beasties get slivers in their paws.

And now, an hour late, I will walk the dog and feed the animals and myself. And hope this migraine doesn't get any worse.

eta ahaha just found bits of glass in the frying pan on the stove. This is going to be a fun game for a week or so, I can tell.

Oh, smonster! I feel pain for you.

Oh, smonster... what a shitty day for you. I hope you get some rest and get clear of that migraine.

Yikes, smonster! Def feel your pain - I broke a glass spice bottle (nearly empty and with replacement already in place, thank goodness) my first or second week housesitting. I found a few last shards the sixth week when I was giving the kitchen one last clean before moving back out. Good luck finding the little buggers with your eyes rather than your bare feet!

And I hope the rest of your evening is lovely and chill.

Ugh, smonster. I hope you got all of the glass (eta: damn!) and stave off the headache

And I'd like to be sorry about Wallybee's job but since you don't, billytea, maybe it's just a good thing. Fart for five? Yeah, that'll end in hilarity.

Please to postpone this event until after you have lived a long life.

Well, that is the plan. I just know that everything living, dies. So maybe I, and people I care about and even people I dislike, can be lucky enough to do so painlessly eventually.

But not tonight because I went shopping and there are more strawberries than I wish to consume tonight.