I've done enough babysitting in my life that I'm ready, but TCG has no idea what's to come.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I have no choice but to mention my open sliding doors and windows. Typical weather this week with highs in the mid 70s and lows in the mid 60s. LOVE this time of year.
What do you mean "no choice"? Did the evil just burst out? No, I'm not bitter about your weather.
I've been on a roll with cooking lately it's feeling fun after a long time of being a chore. Probably because I have someone to cook for and Mom is willing to do the dishes.
Tonight was pretty basic - just Mexican rice bowls. Even though I didn't put enough water in the rice and couldn't find the lime for the gauc I got everything back on track and it was fairly tasty.
That was pretty much my Valentine's Day. And my tax refund came through so that's good.
Work is stupid. I may elaborate when I'm on a keyboard and not my phone, but that will suffice for now.
I'm sorry, smonster.
I'm sorry too.
ugh, smonster.
Better today. We're behind on a project so there is more than normal pressure to go fast and micromanaging and stuff. Work is the same but I'm giving myself an attitude adjustment via Tara Brach podcasts. I need to remember those sooner.
Bleargh, smonster, but good on you for finding some coping mechanisms.