Well said, ita.
Spike's Bitches 46: Don't I get a cookie?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Agreed, Kate. Well said, ita.
ION, for sprog moms, TD bank is doing a summer reading promotion that puts $10 in your child's savings account if the child reads 10 books. Plus they have great, free coin counting. HKF is now a penny-hunting machine, plus happy to double up her reading program swag from both the library and the bank.
I have helped a friend move, gotten a temp library card and checked out two books, and am back home. I did *not* stop by the library book sale, or check out all the cool shops near my friend's new place, yay me. I need to vacuum out my car and do a million other things, but since I didn't sleep well last night, I think a nap may have to come first.
I have briefly abandoned Jilli at her supersecret Goth project to come home and medicate Kittenish and do some straightening around the house (including redoing everything under the kitchen sink now that my garbage disposal has been replaced and everything seems to have dried out.) before it warms up today.
I had breakfast and worked out with my trainer, but feel like a weakling and like I"m not getting any stronger. Argh.
Now trying to decide what to do until dinnertime. Besides go buy more bandaids.
Things I really should do: clean house, it's a pit. Lutherans everywhere.
I went to the rink at 8 for class and did pretty well. I was afraid my big fall on Thursday was going to make me less confident today, but it didn't, so, yay. Then brunch with the DH (bacon,nom) and now helping him pack for next week's motorcycle trip. Tonight, off to see Captain America.
I met friends for lunch, picked up groceries for the week, and am now back in my apartment, hiding from the heat and looking up job postings in cooler locals.
I just left Palma a few hours ago and the ship is now headed back to Barcelona. Kristin gets on board in the morning.
So if I, as the minority, have to be the one to educate the minority, I will have to do it ad inifinitum.
I meant, educate the majority, of course. Took seeing it quoted more than once before I pinged to my error.
I am skippy skimmy person this week.
This conjunctivitis is the sickest I've been since I had mono. No joke. I have done nothing but lay on the coach since Tuesday.
What is it with adults getting wiped out by conjunctivitis? Hope yours resolves soon, with less fuss and bother than mine did.
Much ~ma wherever it needs to go.
There is a small, grey, female kitty hanging around in our back yard. Her ribs are almost visible, and there is a certain reddish cast to her fur that screams malnutrition to me. She walked right up to me this morning, first time I had ever seen her. She let me pet her. She let me pick her up. (Let me hold her for longer than Sammie does, but not much longer.) While I sat out on the steps talking to her and petting her, Daniel brought some cat food out. She ate hungrily, but stopped before scarfing up every last bite. Then she curled up between my feet. When I moved to come inside, she put her paw on my foot as if to ask me to stay out there with her.
I think her name is Annabelle.
She has ickiness in her ears, and some mucous around her nose. So we aren't inviting her indoors until she can get checked out at the veterinary clinic. Lots of handwashing after handling her before touching Harvey and Sammie.
The local humane society is pretty full up. They won't turn her away if we take her there, but.... I think she wants us.