Emails you don't want to get from IT: "We finally got word back about your laptop. Can I meet with you to talk about this on Tuesday?"
Sigh.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Emails you don't want to get from IT: "We finally got word back about your laptop. Can I meet with you to talk about this on Tuesday?"
Sigh.
Cause of swimming my upper arms girth is basically what they were before I lost all the weight. But it is muscle, and I'm rather happy with them. They can lift me out of the 5 ft or 3 ft depth without a push, carry 40lbs of litter up the stairs and it feels like nothing (it didn't used to.) They're MY guns, I earned them and I'll let you see them.
That said, I wasn't much of a coverup before. But since reconnecting with my physicality, well, I don't use the dressing rooms at the Y, and am no longer disconcerted having naked conversations. Though it is always weird placing people at the market or TJs or Target and being all OH! I know them....naked or in a swimsuit. It's oddly liberating.
Today was hell.
Wake at 4. Everyone up and ready for bus. Bus. Panera + Coffee Bean. Home. Hardware Store. Work. Leave work early. Wait for Bus. Take Grace to work with me. Leave work early again. OT. Home. Pick up Noah. Picnic. Home.
I want to be done. But tomorrow is not better. Swim. Swim Lessons. Yoga. Behavior Therapist Assessment. PD.
Cute maxi tank dress, msbelle. Also, GO MAC. Super exciting.
Also, magpie outside my window. ZIP IT OR ELSE.
OMG, crazy people on the local news. Um, yay Bruins.
Sadly, I know what you are talking about. And my response: GO CANUCKS.
Pffft. I have paid no attention whatsoever to hockey up to this point, but now I am apparently obligated to become a rabid fan.
Apparently I need a $20 black dress. But earlier today you were dressed like hobos. I don't know what to think.
country hipsters
This is my nightmare.
people! My old ibook cannot get Flash 10! This means no more bejeweled on FB and I might die. srsly. I need a replacement.