I would have given it to the dog as a toy.

Since I got home, I have: walked the dog, fed the animals, emptied the drainboard, fixed and ate my dinner, washed all the dishes, paid my health insurance and power bills, updated my budget software, talked to two people about my side jobs, scooped the cat pans, and done my daily log and timesheet for work. This girl is on fiya...

Now I'm going to set a timer for five minutes and look at credit card rewards (towards a memory foam topper), then shower, then fold clothes. Oh, crap. And message a friend about meeting up tomorrow.

I had something with milk in it earlier, and I forgot to take a lactaid pill. I took the lactaid pill now, and I'm really hoping not to get sick tonight. TCG is on his way home. I hope he likes the beer I got him.

I hope he likes the beer I got him.

What is it?

I still want a Clocky. I just don't have enough open floor space for it to get too far.

I do the one alarm that I have to get up for plus a backup to get me going if I still sleep through the first one.

This girl is on fiya...

Man, I am not just a sloth compared to you, I am moving *backwards.* I am creating entropy compared to you. Well done!

ION, I swear to god -- I mean it I mean it I mean it -- I am NOT going to be That Woman Who Posts About Being Engaged All The Time (because other people in the history of the world have been engaged and managed to NOT monopolize conversation with it), but I just need to say this:

We have been engaged for 48 hours. I will shiv the next person who asks if we've set a date (and someone will, since I have to go to the jeweler tomorrow to get the ring re-sized and I'm assuming he will). I know it's the typical engagement small talk, but OH MY GOD. When I told people at work, literally EVERYONE asked me if we had set a date. I had been engaged for TWELVE HOURS.

Tim called his dad tonight (he always calls mid-week), and his dad asked AGAIN if we've set a date yet (he called his dad right after the proposal, and his dad asked THEN if we had set a date; we were engaged for FIVE MINUTES!).

Oh dear god.

Also, I have no idea -- NO IDEA -- how to plan a wedding. Seriously, I think I could perform a kidney transplant more easily. (I know eloping is an option, before anyone says it.)

I just want to enjoy being engaged, you know? For at least a frelling week. (Also, it doesn't entirely feel "real" yet, for several reasons, which is also making it hard for me to work up any energy to set a date or plan shit. [The reasons are: (1) I have been fighting a migraine since about 4 hours before he proposed, so the combination of migraine and sedating migraine drugs is making everything just slightly surreal; (2) we have been living together for 5 years, so...I'm used to the status being quo; and (3) this may be silly and Rain Man as HELL, but the ring is too small, so it's on my pinky, and *not* having it on my ring finger honestly makes the engagement not feel totally real. (I know. I can't help it.)])

So...yeah. I know this is the ultimate in complaining about my diamond shoes being too tight, but I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO PLAN A WEDDING and WE HAVEN'T SET A DATE SO STOP ASKING and IT DOESN'T FEEL REAL I AM A FRAUD OH MY GOD.

t edited for parentheses, because I am me

Pete has tried for years to convince me that we should keep to a regular schedule on the weekends, no sleeping in to catch up on sleep. He hasn't succeeded yet, and I think it's kind of endearing that he still thinks he will.

It's charming he still tries.

Then again, my Stepmom goes for silver linings and is 'happy' my Dad will eat dinner earlier than 7 or 7:30 now. Thirty-five years she's waited...

What is it?

This gift set which he has had before, and I know he likes, and several beers from Maine Beer Company. I bought him the King Titus and Mean Old Tom a couple of months ago, which he liked. This time around the liquor store had Zoe, Peeper, and MO, so I bought him a bottle each of those. We're not doing spendy gifts this year because we just paid our tax bill and oil for the house.

Tell people you have ideas (okay, so your idea is to just enjoy being engaged but, technically, it is a plan) but you're waiting until things are more set (like, oh, ring on the ring finger) to share your plans.

Or kick them.

Whichever.

Also, I have no idea -- NO IDEA -- how to plan a wedding.

Probably the number 1 reason why Beau and I are not married after nearly 14 years of being together.