My attempt at being productive today is not going well. So far, while trying to do laundry I dropped half a container of oxyclean on the floor, realized that when I sent Mom down the laundry aisle last week to get the woolite, she bought a different version of it that I cannot use because one sniff of it freaked out my sinuses, and the laundry bag I use to help me carry the laundry back and forth is missing. The ducks are nibbling on my spoons. I'm hoping my attempt at exercise goes a little smoother.

*Shoos the ducks off sj's spoons. Get off, ducks!*

Stephy, giving your dad a job sounds like a good idea. (The Girl's dad refused to do anything, during the whole of the planning process, and then we got to the day and he was suddenly all "Do you need help cutting the cake?" So he's in our cake-cutting photos, demonstrating where he thinks is a wise place to cut it. Funniest thing ever.)

Morning/afternoon, all. I am drowning in paperwork. Back to university now-ish, in the sense of working again (I am no longer allowed a desk there, so I'm not physically back).

Was diagnosed with Aspgerger's this week. Still getting over the 'Took you 35 years??' grumpies. The diagnostic process took about six months (which I'm told is quite fast really), and the psychiatrist was the nicest MH specialist I have *ever* met. So that could have been worse.

The Asperger's diagnosis is going away in the US -- they're using autism spectrum disorder instead.

Weird ducks, leave the spoons alone.

And why do I feel as though many of us need scare-ducks? What would that even look like? And can I found a shop on Etsy to sell them?

Seska! It's good to see you here. I'm sorry things are still difficult for you, but yay for a proper diagnosis. I hope it helps.

I have managed to exercise, eat lunch (last night's leftover Mexican food), and do a second load of laundry (even finding my laundry basket) all without any major disasters! Now, I am out of useable woolite, so if I want to do laundry I have to put on outside clothes and actually deal with people.

Tea: WS, what are scare-ducks?

They are like scare-crows, only for nasty, nibbly ducks.

They are like scare-crows, only for nasty, nibbly ducks.

Brilliant!

My friend just blew me off for tonight (after calling yesterday to make these plans). She's sick, which would be fine, except this happens more often than not when we make plans. Time to rethink dinner. My plan was to leave TCG with leftovers and grab something for myself while I was out, but there aren't enough leftovers for the two of us.

Anybody lose a head?

Bah. OB/GYN is stumped; says it could be an ovarian cyst, but I need an ultrasound to see what's going on. So I have that Thursday morning.