My day: up early. Like 4:30 early.nWater alarm goes off in basement post shower. Basement toilet is burping, which indicates sewage line is having issues. Great. Apply hot water and drano. Burpburpburp. Go to work. Meetings and meetings and hell. Come home, see 3 plumbing trucks up the street and around the corner. This is actually hopeful. (I'm still convinced my previous issues were the mainline, not my feeder.) Run tons and tons of water, flush toilets, no burping. Really hope it was a city issue that all the others took care of. I've got at least 3loads of laundry to do this weekend. Though I could probably use Karen's or Anna's. If Anna's, I'd probably have to call the city to run clean out if it the main line is at fault. Need to ask her about that before she leaves country again.
In sum, A Day. For A Week.
meara, I am around if you wanna FT.
Ooh, will do--thanks msbelle!
Laundry done. Bags re-packed. Alarm set for 4am. Taxi coming at 4:45. I just need to take a quick shower and then collapse in bed for a few hours.
Happy bit of luck tonight - while looking for a map (that still hasn't turned up), I went through my illustration portfolio and found an old favorite watercolor of the Arlington Hotel veranda that I'd thought lost for decades. Must now keep an eye out for sale of framing materials at Hobby Lobby.
I have had a Day. Actually a Week of weird.
Today, I got in an argument at the grocery store over Bruce Jenner. This dude was all skeeved about wanting to be a woman and I of course could NOT keep my mouth shut and said, "What's wrong with being a woman?" Which devolved into an argument at 5:00 AM. His last bit before I hit him was something about how many women can a man get pregnant and how many men can a man get pregnant. Hey, asshat, if breeding is your sole definition of what is natural you fucking hell have problems.
Ahem.
Am starting a four day weekend tomorrow. J and I are off to a fancy hotel in Palm Springs, courtesy of Range Rover. Saturday, we off-road around the desert and Sunday we get to go to a modernism house tour! All free. We haven't been away with just us without family in a couple of years. I wish I felt more romantic--basically, I feel like a giant lump of lard, with wrinkles. I've been obsessed abut what to wear because of this. And Poor J is getting over a terrible cold, so maybe he won't be in the mood to ravish my lardy self. Aside from this, I am really looking forward to the trip.
Aww, Scrappy you are awesome and not lardy and J loves you and you can have a great time together. Focus on the you, don't worry too much about the clothes.
Okay, this is the second time I've had a pat down after going through the body scanner. I've never had this problem, but I'm going to start opting out if they're going to pat me down anyway.
Signed,
Not wearing a belt, that's just my belly fat. Thanks for drawing attention to that.
Like a full patdown? I feel like they often do one area on me after the scanner -- my left calf got a lot of attention one trip.
