Are you getting it delivered? I am confident that either the delivery people or the installation people (if they are different people, if that's all the same person I am more confident) will bring it upstairs for you.

Yes, it's being delivered, and the guy is bringing it up the stairs on a dolly. The last time someone did that (washer and dryer delivery) they messed up the floor and I have a weak floorboard at the top of the stairs now. I'm bracing for this delivery to turn into a broken-floor disaster. Because there's money in my savings account, and the Universe will not let that go on!

Ah. Well, I hope it goes better than you expect.

Microwave has not healed itself overnight. Fortunately I think I have a spare out in the shed. And meanwhile, frittata reheats in the toaster oven just fine.

Timelies all.

I had a great weekend which included a fantastic wedding. The bride has a literature degree and the groom is a sports fanatic. The bride doesn't like traditional weddings and would have happily eloped, but her family insisted on putting on something more traditional. So, she made it her own.

• The centerpieces were small stacks of books that had been given white dust covers and wrapped together with a wide ribbon.
  
• The wedding party came down the aisle to the theme from Friends (a different version, though).
  
• The officiant was a friend of the bride and groom.
  
• His discussion of love, during the ceremony included many, many sports and literature references (from Shakespeare to winning the game, from the Harry Potter to hitting a home rum and so much more).
  
• The bride and groom wrote their own vows that were full of humor and spoke to their specific relationship.
  
• When exchanging rings, the officiant talked about how the ring is a perfect circle like a basketball hoop or the One Ring.
  
• Dinner was catered by Qdoba.
  
• The bride/father, groom/mother dance was to You'll be in my Heart from Tarzan
  
• The wedding party chose a song for the happy couple - Dark Lord Funk You Up.
  
• The last song of the night was Bohemian Rhapsody which became a very loud sing along.

• Oh and right before presenting the married couple to us all, the officiant pulled out a flask and a couple of shot glasses, pouring the bride and groom a shot (of Crown) for them to toast their marriage in memory of how they first met.

Sounds like an awesome wedding!

I'm a little concerned about how much I hate everything this morning. I didn't get enough sleep and people keep asking me to do work and I am TRUCULENT.

So maybe I will reschedule the half day I was supposed to take on Friday for tomorrow morning in case the Hawks win it tonight.

I'm a little concerned about how much I hate everything this morning. I didn't get enough sleep and people keep asking me to do work and I am TRUCULENT.

I'm the same way for some reason. I just want to lay on my keyboard and take a nap. Instead I'm gambling that the Earl Grey tea I just got won't upset my stomach.

I don't wanna work, except my boss just gave me a little project that's kind of interesting. I'm hoping tea and '70s girl bands will get me though the day.

Also, Go Hawks.

Focusing on entirely the wrong thing - I have always heard "truculent" in my head with a soft c. That's wrong, isn't it?

Sounds great, Suzi, glad you had a good time!

BTW, I did finally meet my activity level goal last night (had to jog in place for a couple of minutes before bed). That is one place where the Nike Fuelband is superior, it gave me little virtual fireworks (like the display on a blimp). The A300 just tells me "Daily Goal Achieved". Meh.

I'm a little concerned about how much I hate everything this morning. I didn't get enough sleep and people keep asking me to do work and I am TRUCULENT.

I woke up with a migraine because the weather is being a jerk. I have all the lights off and the laptop dimmed because I have work to get done. And then I have to run out to the post office to mail my quarterly taxes, which blows. (I don't mind paying my taxes -- I enjoy the type of society we live in that is created in part by taxes -- but my head hurts so much that I don't want to leave the house. Although I need to pick up an Rx at the CVS a block away from the post office, so I guess I'd better steel myself and do it.)

My brother called 5 minutes ago, and I complained about my migraine, and he immediately suggested trepanning. This is how you know we're related.

Truck-u-lent is how I know it.

My problem is lack of sleep, I own this, it's on me. Plus I'm just getting tired of working. But there's another 15 years of that in my future.

Housemate is also tired of working, but he thinks he actually has a shot at America's Got Talent--or an amazing smartphone app--and he's going to free himself from daily drudgery. He's a pasty, pudgy guy in his mid-30s, I really think radical acceptance is his better option.