and be uxorious

Good for J.! Good for YOU!

Also -- cool on the Bentley. I feel like you should drink champagne in it. Or at least tea.

Holy SHIT! PIX, please!

And...awesome cover letter is done! I am putting pants on and going to Home Depot. PAINT, BITCHES! I have had this paint chip for two fucking YEARS.

It's ON!

JIlli, glad the ick is NBD.

You go with the productivity, Erin! Pictures.

Scrappy, that is so badass. Can't wait for your review and his, make sure to give us the link so we can clicky.

So StW texted me unexpectedly this morning (okay, it's pretty much always unexpected when he texts) and took me out for yummy brunch (Atchafalaya, in case Nora's around). We had a really good conversation on lots of different topics. I do like that boy. Then we came back here, watched Stephen Colbert's interview with Maurice Sendak (MUST WATCH) and he was off again. 'Till next time, whenever the hell that is.

And now I need to be productive. Meh. Gotta write that reference letter (still looking for a beta, BTW) and catch up on volunteer stuff. It's (relatively) cold and gray here today, but the azaleas are pretty much in full bloom.

Yum, Atchafalaya.

I am gonna be in my inside pants all weekend.

(No brackets needed - I just need to vent)

Today has been a magnificently bad day. There were huge arguments with friends, tears, and then some fighting with the folks. In the end, all I got was a migraine.

I'll need at least half a day tomorrow to bounce back from this. Not sure if I'll be able to pull one - new week starts tomorrow).

Listening to Lana del Rey makes me want to rat my hair and wear cateye eyeliner.

Inside pants are good. I'm in denim leggings, and they're comfy enough that I'm going to take a nap in them. And then be productive, I swears.

Exactly. I mean, I totally realize that A) they were trying to be kind and 2) my emotional state is extremely fragile right now, but dear god. I do finally feel like I can breathe without having to force air into my lungs, but I still find myself crying several times a day on my own. I don't need any help with that.

ChiKat, I totally get this.

I received dozens of lovely cards when Bartleby died and know how tough it was to read them all. So, for a little bit, I opened them up and put them in a lovely basket. I'd say a quick, 'thank you' out loud and promise to get to them soon.

Then, on a day when I could breathe, I sat down with a box of tissues and read as many as I could in one go.

I was exhausted for a long time, which makes it even harder to take in other people's sentiments. They are so caring and kind, it is best to wait until you can feel that before coming out of your own shell. Or, at least that is what worked for me.

Some of those cards, I will keep forever. For now, they are still in that lovely basket, along with some of his toys and things.

The seller came back and said they would take care of everything we asked for at our current price!

sj: EEEEEEEEE!

The seller came back and said they would take care of everything we asked for at our current price!

Oooh!! Very exciting and hopeful!