I was not productive today. Well, I flipped the mattress and laundered the sheets, but that was because the dog bled on them after his dental surgery. Poor doggie. But he's feeling much more chipper now.
Go you on the 5k, Suela, that's great!
At least you have a diagnosis, Theo?
We eat a lot of red meat, but it's all game, which has lots of flavor. Not flavor that everyone likes, but I like it, so it works out.
Ooh, I forgot to take out garbage. I probably should. Because I'm still on spring break, and will likely forget tomorrow morning before he comes.
Hmm, Saturday we worked on taxes ALL DAY. Today, I got my car washed, went to get nails done but they were booked, then went to see
Bad Words,
which was snarkily sweet and lots of fun. Then came home and sexed up my husband and am now slounging in bed. A damn good weekend, I'd say.
The numerous things that can get you in trouble in Cincinnati.
I knew you'd understand.
Travel in Chicago is off to an auspicious start today. A train pulling into O'hare didn't stop. It ended up on the escalator. 32 injured, but it sounds like none are too serious.
And now part of the red line is shut down (south side) because a car went through a fence and hit a train. CTA chaos.
Oh my gosh! That all sounds awful, aurelia.
I'm up and going to the pool. If I can find pants, that is. If I can't find pants then I will put the dress on and still go to the pool.
It's definitely a monday.
I love Neil deGrasse Tyson. Holding a baby. The little social commentary asides.
I found the editing around the baby to be very upsetting. He was holding it in one scene, and then the very next shot he was standing on the edge of a cliff with no baby! Editors, don't do that!!
Somebody's got a case of the Mondays. And by "somebody," I mean the city of Chicago.
I just had what turned into a cute conversation on the way into the office. Two colleagues, a woman and a man, and me, and we're talking about the trip the other woman and I are about to go on, and she says she's trying to figure out what to wear. The man immediately says, "Summer dresses!" Hee. He was saying he's jealous because men's professional clothes are so much hotter than women's.
