Also, this beef and broccoli could actually use salt. How weird.
Moving~ma, Dana!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Also, this beef and broccoli could actually use salt. How weird.
Moving~ma, Dana!
Mmmmmm, beef and broccoli...
so, someone hacked the AP twitter account and tweeted that 2 explosions rocked the White House and that Barack Obama was injured.
The stock market dropped like a stone.
I'm not a conspiracy theorist generally, but...someone made a boatload of $$ today.
I'm not a conspiracy theorist generally, but...someone made a boatload of $$ today.
I don't think that requires any kind of paranoia to believe.
hee hee! you know I was linking the two events, which does require at least an average bit of paranoia.
Cuffed jeans are making a comeback, -t?
My sleeping patterns were permanently screwed by waiting to hear Thunderbeetle pull into the driveway past midnight. Or the 67 Cutlass (lisence plate, the inevitable RUFCUT) StY drove. Once they made the driveway I could fall off that precipice into the sweet abyss of sleep. Unless one or the other of them was having an existential crisis and required an early morning counsel-and-cry session.
As long as I was back in bed by 4AM, could be up by 8AM and in to the office by 8:30 (what shower? what makeup), I could function. I got good at it. And I haven't been able to shed functioning on 4-5 hours of sleep ever since.
As soon as I posted that we'd finished packing, we found a cabinet in the kitchen that hadn't been emptied. HA HA, I GET IT, UNIVERSE.
It's fine, though. All good. Proceeding apace.
The end is in sight, Dana. Sooooon, it will all be a hazy memory as you bask in the *warm* glory of new experiences!
...At least you are still there? I didn't realize I hadn't moved my coats until I started unpacking. Luckily, I didn't move far.
I thought about getting a pedicure or going to the plant nursery. Instead, I napped and dreamt I had a dog that looked like a sandfox with a prehensile nose like an aardvaark. It was cute. Then I started to dream about a frustrating Target trip (kept losing my shoes) and decided I needed to wake up.