My shovels are at your disposal. So to speak.
I am pretty satisfied with the election results I'm seeing, although one measure I supported did not pass, alas.
Eta: dang it, 2 measures if I'm reading the results right. Probably I should not try to do this on my phone.
Leif is 14 today.
Unfortunately, I've got a lot of important work to do at work and I'm feeling nauseated and sweaty right now.
Leif is 14 today.
NOPE. Unpossible!
HOW LONG HAVE I KNOWN YOU PEOPLE.
Gud is a lying liar who lies.
Seriously, I hope you feel better Gud. Better enough to go home and take young Leif who is clearly a toddler still out for some ice cream or such for his birthday.
Better enough to go home and take young Leif who is clearly a toddler still out for some ice cream or such for his birthday.
Ice cream would probably make you feel better, too.
So, I am the WORST at delaying gratification, and a package from Amazon just showed up addressed to Tim. It's roughly the size that would hold the Hamiltome. And my birthday isn't for 15 more days, damn it. SO UNFAIR.
Holy shit - happy birthday to Leif! And feel better, Gud.
Ah ha ha ha -- after working some on my performance review, I was taking some deep breaths and clicking around online to try to calm down, went to Facebook, and the top "trending news" thing was "Anxiety: Women Nearly Twice as Likely as Men to Have Anxiety, Study Shows." HA HA HA.
I just finished writing performance reviews yesterday and only have two more meetings about them to go! Woo!
Ice cream would make us all feel better.