There was no leaf-blowing on my part. Actually, I did very little, as I remembered yet again that there isn't much I *can* do because Tim's dad is so very particular about how exactly he wants things. Which he's entitled to, but it makes it hard to help him, especially when I would rather aim a tinsel cannon at the tree and be done.
It's very frustrating, because it feels like wasted effort on my part. I know that he'll re-do probably 50% (or more) of what I did. But there's no real way for me to NOT help without coming off as a dick.
No hot Nicholas, either.
I have steroid munchies so bad that I stopped at KFC on the way home for a 2-piece (with mashed taters), which I inhaled in about 3 nanoseconds. I feel guilty in a mostly vegetarian house when I bring home cooked animal, because the cats go bonkers over That Amazing Smell Coming From The Paper Bag.
They got NO chicken. Fuck that. I'm starving.
I hope everyone else's day has been good, because mine has sucked enough for all of us.
~ma for Matt and family
~hot Nicholas for Zenkitty, Teppy, and all!
mmm, hot Nicholas!
~ma for Matt and his family
I hope everyone else's day has been good, because mine has sucked enough for all of us.
::concerned expression:: Are you okay?
especially when I would rather aim a tinsel cannon at the tree and be done.
My father sat and directed the tinsel hanging, insisting that we hang it one strand at a time. I am constitutionally more of a tinsel thrower.
::concerned expression:: Are you okay?
Sucky day. Arguing with friends over stupid shit. Wrangling with Comcast for 6.5 hours. No big. Just... you know. exhausted.
ust... you know. exhausted.
Let us flop on the existential couch together.
Today began with the 3rd trip to the vet hospital in 4 days.
Sigh.
I'm totally with you on the exhausted front.
::flop::
::hugs virtual Bartleby::