Lola will fetch balls until my shoulder falls out of its socket.

Cody doesn't understand why I want to get off the couch.

Tonight is our roller derby mixer. I'm skating on the undercard--B team. But I'm captain. I hope the event goes off well. A good crowd will go a long way to helping get us more sponsorship.

Love the pictures of teenager Emmett. Can still see a bit of his old toddler self in that face. And the photo with Matilda is delightful!

Ugh. I went to this thing for work this morning, and it was totally a waste of time, partly because I am so bad a random schmoozing. So I bailed at lunch. I am so tired! I wish I could nap.

Okay, I'm gonna go sift through piles of laundry in my bedroom. If it takes the laundromat or someone else doing laundry, I'm going to make a dent in this shit.

And then I draw. At least two pictures this weekend, hopefully three. If I'm a good girl, I get to take a break to see Tom Hardy beat people up.

That sounds like a perfectly reasonable reward mechanism, right?

Crap, that reminds me I put a load in last night and it's still sitting in the washer. Oops.

Jesse, nap! It's okay! It's good!

I don't think I'm physically capable of napping. I may lie down for a bit, though.

I should also do laundry.

Market, pedicure, Target run, lysol-ed the hell out of the car (culprit: leak in the trunk+ old pair of moldy leather gloves= maaaaggggots + a lot of mildew and mold. Yech) and went down in the basement to discover it was shopvac time. And more rain on the way.

Swim after TAL.

Sephora is dangerous. I spent two hours last night culling and reorganizing makeup and skincare products.

However, no matter how shitty my clothes and shoes are, I take heart in knowing that there is at least $500 worth of beauty products that go into my everyday look.

Also, bird poop molds in this weather. Of which there is a lot on the deck. LOVELY. I'm plagued.

I am having a serious day of don' wanna. Unfortunately, moving to Ohio in 10 days. Must.