Food porn! We are having spagetti squash with Ragu doctored up with onions, garlic, and venison sausage. I hauled a bunch of firewood and the SO built the fire. Seabiscuit is aggressively snuggled up to me because until the fire gets going it is chilly in here.
Had our last day of classes today. Mixed feelings about it, but one of our little, formerly recalcitrant, students successfully played "Long, Long Ago" and we gave out Hot Wheels for correct music theory question answers. So I'm calling it a win.
I'm in denial that I'm getting on a plane tomorrow. I'm half-assedly packed, house is kind of a disaster, I'm still planning on shoehorning in a swim in the morning. And I don't feel like doing anything more tonight. HAHAHA.
My, isn't this a pretty knife? I have one kind of like it. It doesn't have the clip, and it's a bit squarer.
Someone else get one? So I can live vicariously through them?
That clip doesn't look usable. The geometry is wrong.
I also have a knife of similar design: [link] . Is it the same as the one you have?
Yup, dcp, except not with the black. I likes. Pretty.
I'm currently tempted by this one: [link]
That's a nice one, dcp. I think I'd like it better with the blue highlights in pewter, though. I'm not a colouriffic chick.
Okay, I would like every Buffista (boys included) who wears dress shorts to 'fess up. Anyone who thinks they're appropriate evening wear, raise your virtual hand.
We'll have an intervention, and we'll save you.
Come on. You're not alone. We can help you.
I wore them... in 1980-something. I would not now. I was a preteen, that's the best excuse.
"formal" shorts is an oxymoron. By their very nature, shorts are casual. I don't care of they are made of mink (and thers no doubt in my mind that someone has tried that)', shorts cannot be formal
Parenting has been hard, wearying, smelly, boring and occasionally nauseating before, but we've totally been able to roll with it. Lately, though, it's just been the kind of no fun that drains your very soul, and I personally am utterly damned if I know what's prompting it or how to turn it around; I just know I'm fried, and it's actually fun to come in to work each morning. Working for a pure diva of a surgeon in a dysfunctional department--fun, and more restful than home! How wrong is that?
Jess is wise. It'll change soon enough.
I'm in a not-having-fun-as-a-parent stage myself. It seems like all I ever do is chase them down to make sure they have everything done--homework, teeth brushed, hair combed and have their gloves and hats. I swear I spend 10% of every day looking for shoes. And when I make a nice dinner I get lots of "I don't like that!" It's grueling and frustrating and makes you feel unappreciated.
