'Life of the Party'
[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.
Eating an apple. Tired of folding. Toooo many clothes... I have all this business wear that I probably need to get rid of, but I can't quite do it yet.
Sorted some mail. Cleaned off my dresser a bit. Need to clean off the flat surfaces in my living room.
I had some chocolate Special K. Watching No Reservations. Thinking about moving into the family room to play Tertris or maybe read The Amber Spyglass.
We had a house concert last night. so i am currently watching Matt and the cat clean up the sound equipotent. then there will be furniture moving . which is good, because I want my couch near my tv again.
I am trying to decide where to go and what to do. I should clean my house, or go work out, but...meh. I have various errand-y type shopping things to do, but can't decide where to begin. And the outlet mall is kind of calling my name, even though I shouldn't. (...if I worked out, the clothes I already own might fit me)
Homebrew stuffs, laundry, random acts of computerness. Carefully avoiding all thoughts of tomorrow's meeting day from hell.
Emptied compost pail and put it to soak, put pumpkin in the compost. Folded a few more things. Reheated tea, eating cheese and crackers.
Having read the first issue or two, I knew The Walking Dead would be fucking depressing, but I'm just not sure I can handle it.
We went out to breakfast today and made a list of things we want to do in Cape Cod, and now I am reading the paper and avoiding trying to figure out how to print up labels and looking at what our new budget will consist of.
Y'all, I'm the saddest person. My sister, whom I adore, but who is my complete opposite in the kitchen, was making breakfast for herself and Lewis. I offered to chop veggies (she's also a massive klutz and my knives are Very Sharp) and finally wound up taking charge when the Pam cooking spray was winding up everywhere and utensils she wasn't even using were getting dirty.
I simply grabbed the spatula and shooed her away feeling terrible that I just couldn't let her do her thing. *sigh*
Omelet was pretty, though.
t control freak
I have cleaned house and done laundry. I want to go watch the game, but I need to go pick up our malaria meds and pack because...we leave for freaking India on Wednesday!
Yay, India! Have fun DJ and hubby!