Well, I NEED another bookcase, it is driving me batty. So that will definitely happen sooner, if I can find one I like. I'm certainly not planning on any other inexplicable cornea scratches and explicable pinkeye in tandem in the middle of nowhere.... But next time? I'm just calling a vet. Swear to god. It's a $40 goo, I've ridden this ride often enough, don't need to see a dr to get the initial 'script anymore. I can wait until office hours, just give me the goo! (I now have 2 tubes of the ridiculous stuff, will travel with it until it expires along with the painkillers that just make me sleep- I don't know if they work for pain!)
Batkid day was sweet.
I just found a brilliant tumblr for women's outfit sources for multiple snappily-dressed shows: [link]. I like that it puts prices right there so your heart can break right up front.
Oh my goodness, how does wardrobe not eat up the entire budget for Revenge? Damn.
Grey's last night was boring.
I'm pretty sure I'm broken up with Grey's...this season is a massive yawn-fest so far.
In fact, there are a _bunch_ of shows I've just drifted away from. If I watch at all, it's on fast forward.
Suzi, is the whiskey for you? Are you having parenting woes?
There will be no leaves bagged today; too wet.
Off to market. If I can get the Pumpkin off me!
So, Rebel Wilson's siblings are literally named Anarchy, Liberty, and Riot. Oh...kay.
t /watching Ellen, not packing
Timelies all!
In a bit we will go to a matinee of Thor:The Dark World. Tonight, we have a concert.
Suzi, is the whiskey for you? Are you having parenting woes?
Yes and yes. I don't have the words to explain how hurt I am right now. Both kids are fine. I'm just at a point where I can't deal.
I'm so sorry, Suzi. hugs and whiskey.
I echo Sox's sorry, Suzi. I'm wrapping you up in a virtual hug and sending a wave of 'let the hurt pass quickly' ~ma.
Rebel Wilson's siblings are literally named Anarchy, Liberty, and Riot.
Sometimes I assume Tumblr is teasing me, but when it's Ellen, probably not.
Mr and Mrs Wilson probably got off really lucky, is all I can say.
SuziQ, unspecified comfort lobbied in your direction. Also, liquor.
I bought a "real" kettlebell yesterday. A dense ten pounder that's not painted and is so small it's a one-hander which actually changes the profile of exercises open to me. But psychologically it feels entirely different from the sexy-exercise one in gradated teals. It's hard to explain, but perhaps obvious.
Gotta go work out the new regimen now, and if I return the original one, or work out how they play in harmony.
