It's my shoe, but it's a mystery why he brought it from the bedroom and dropped it at my feet. I'm wearing shoes already. Surely he doesn't want me to change into Crocs.

No one is answering the phone. Two of them are in Minneapolis, so it's not even lunch. ::sigh::

I don't know enough about the gaming thread to interrupt, but I found this quite interesting. It's a kickstarter that wraps up in about 4 hours, where you can pay to get complete transparency on a video game creation--guggle to zatch, apparently. Sounds completely fascinating to me, and I'm not even a gamer. They haven't even decided what kind of game it's going to be--that's how much of it you get to see.

Hey! Minneapolis called back! Okay, the panic I was having that I'd completely misunderstood the tasks for this weekend has been allayed. The other just hasn't put in all the tickets yet. I thought they were all in, and I just had fundamentally Not Gotten It. Whoops. And then unwhoopsed.

I got a pedicure last Saturday, and I'm wearing sandals to work today. It would be nice if my new spring skirt didn't make my hips look even more ginormous than they are, but screw it--it's a nice cotton fabric with pretty flowers. My ginormous hips mean everyone gets to see even more pretty flowers than they otherwise might.

My MiL used to have these in her yard. They'd appear after dark, when the grass was wet with dew. Bright red, and smaller than some ants, they were adorable. Like make-believe lizards.

And then there was the pet toad that lived in my deck garden--less than a half-inch long and broad, grey and white and black, chowing through tiny insects. He lasted the whole summer--I don't know what happened to him (or her, how does one tell, with toads?) in the fall.

My ginormous hips mean everyone gets to see even more pretty flowers than they otherwise might.

Very nice!

I wish there was a flag you could put on an email to make it unshareable. Like, someone couldn't reply to it and add recipients. I kinda didn't necessarily want everyone to see that precise language. It's just...it removes a facet of control, you know?

There already kinda is. [link]

Been around for ages.

I just almost sent a document with the typo "exteranal" instead of external. I can't stop laughing.

It is beautiful here today. Warm enough for flip flops and short sleeves.

The shoulder is doing pretty well. I just hate wearing a bra cause the strap rubs against the incisions. I see the doc tomorrow for my follow-up.

I'm encouraging my little bit of lemon balm to take over my lawn, but the bermuda grass is fighting back.

There already kinda is. [link]

Been around for ages.

What?? That's like magic!