Oh, jeez. My dad forgot the doctor's instructions for the sore on Mom's foot and now it's a full-blown bed sore and I'm taking the morning off to take her to a specialty clinic thirty miles away.
How on earth am I going to start a new job when every single week I have to go run them somewhere?
he can watch Avenger cartoons in the other.
At this point, I think E has the right idea. We have tiny cupcakes (tasting for the wedding) and might watch something mindless.
I am about to turn on The Voice. My first attempt at distraction was to EAT ALL THE CHEESE.
What the everloving fuck -- I'm not getting The Voice, due to continuing coverage.
Ugh.
The Two Towers
is on SyFy, if that helps.
Beau and I are going to watch Season 2 of Game of Thrones.
Murder and mayhem. To make us feel better.
I heard about Boston on the radio on my way to 1st appt. with new therapist (liked him); I think I will not look at photos.
I am so glad no Boston Buffistas were there, and am tired and horrified at the bombing.
I can always count on HGTV.
People! I have ONE MORE paper to grade! Just one! And then I'm all done until the next set is turned in.
I need to celebrate. Oh wait... I need to grade that last paper first.
If you all do not go laugh at my 5K race pictures on fb, I am going to fear that I have actually traumatized people with my phoebe running (it's how I finished the race - that and a very serious run to a good friend for a high five) and thigh exposure.