Connie, if Charlie Eppes from Numbers were a real person, I'd so do that. Despite the fact that my general innumeracy would break his delicate genius brain. And I'd still be hopeless at math...I'd just feel better about it.
Mal ,'Ariel'
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.
My drop leaf table has finally been delivered. I think I need to play around a bit with exactly where in the room it goes -- centered on the wall, or centered under the window. I think centered under the window.
OMG, things I really didn't have time for today: Spending an hour and a half going to Home Depot, buying a ladder ($75 I also didn't need to spend today) and then dragging it home and up to my roommate's bedroom to change the freakin' smoke detector that is on a 14' ceiling. GAHHHHHHHH.
Ugh, amyth - that does not sound like a good start to the day. Hope you get some rest later on.
Yay table, Hil! I'm waiting for our little kitchen table to arrive. It will make the house feel almost complete (just a sofa and we'll actually be comfortable).
OK. Wait for food delivery first, hire PAs later. It is the sensible order of things, after sitting in a hotel lobby interviewing all day. The potential PAs included several hire-able ones. Which has me all in a quandry, because I don't know who to choose, apart from one person who seemed particularly good. I might have to sleep on it, then do trial shifts or something. It's great that they were all so good! Not a single one, out of five candidates, seemed totally unemployable. This is a great step forward from previous years. Perhaps I have finally learnt how to write a job advert.
Fooooood.
Edit to finish a sentence.
Did you get one of those super-foldy ladders? Because those are cool.
I just received the final accounting paperwork from the lawyers for my late father's estate. After I sign everything and send off all the checks I'll be done with it.
It feels very strange. I've been the in-state family support for my mom's ovarian cancer struggle and then for my dad's lymphoma fight. Being an executrix for him just seemed like an extension of the support role, but with fewer phone calls. I kinda want to cry now.
If you can take a few moments to let yourself cry, Calli, you should.
{{{Calli}}}
Calli, if you need to cry, and can take some time alone to do it, then you should.
Unrelatedly, I disremember: does anyone here have IBS/Crohn's? I am having the worst IBS flare in about 2 years. I've taken all the drugs that I can, and I'm thinking about stabbing myself in the belly with a ballpoint pen. Grah.
So, my question is: any suggestions for what else I can do? When I get home I'm going to snuggle up with a heating pad and very old 90210 episodes on the laptop (DON'T JUDGE ME), but beyond that I don't know.