Sliced my thumb up pretty good taking the sheath of a paring knife. It's a good thing I haven't tried to do anything more hazardous than lie in a hammock or make dinner today.
I hope that any blood I dripped on the carrots was not on the remnants I gave to Lucy, don't want to give the rabbit a taste for human blood.
oh sara, you are such a good egg.
Shrift, want me to root for the Ducks and bring them Boston's doofy playoff bad luck by proxy?
It's frustrating because even if I were an extrovert with training and networks, it would be challenging, but I'm me and so I feel guilty about the boundaries I have to set. Like, I'd love to set up a semimonthly get together for a handful of folk I've met in the hood who are kinda shut ins but who also talk to me. I also know I am not the person to be organizing that. I'd fail them.
Shrift, want me to root for the Ducks and bring them Boston's doofy playoff bad luck by proxy?
The basketball bros are gone, at least, but we're 2OT and I would like to go home sometime soon where there will be blessed silence. So I would be grateful if you did.
Man, I'm just envisioning Chris Chelios screaming "SUPPORT YOUR GOALIE AND CLEAR THE DAMN PUCK!!!" to the Chicago defensemen, possibly while tearing the arms of his seat loose from their moorings.
Thanks, Matt! I'm heading home now.
Ha! Milbury's triple overtime prediction failed to take into account my family's hereditary knack for poisoning playoff chances! (The Cubs don't have a prayer of a World Series win as long as my dad is alive...)