I had to skip and skim this week, it's been insane. But it's the last week as a contractor--probably ever. Which is great. And also my kitchen looks awesome and the floors are going to be beautiful.
And tomorrow I fly to England! For three weeks! Of green rainy hills and wet feet and tiny English pubs and cream teas.
And when I come home, my kitchen will be done and I will start my new-old job.
So it's been a good month, and I wish I could share the good luck with people. I waft it towards all the Buffistas who need it. ::wafts gently::
Yay, England! Yay, good month. You totally deserve it.
So, man, band rehearsal was really good tonight. But the dude whose band it is brought this chick (who was totally awesome, no problem there) and I was all, wait, that's not the same chick as the one who came over to dinner that one time, right? Millennial dating life, man. I'm glad I'm not doing it.
Consuela, you've had lots of bumps on the journey in the last while, so a good month is well deserved.
Parenting is hard, but so is being parented. And having a Grace means never really hoping for As, or sports, or much of any outward show of success, except for having a lovely kid with a sometimes lovely personality.
Though frankly, I see shades of her 13 year-old-ness ascending and I predict that I will be infuriated by her soon enough. Wednesday she was so angry with me for telling her to go play with her brother, she slammed the screen door hard enough to knock two of the three screws off of the frame that holds the door in place.
SOmeone from work just posted this above a cute dog and toddler video on Facebook
And again, never really felt the closeness with dogs parse, but you just have to love this!
Does she mean "per se"?
That one could easily be autocorrect.
I blame Rick for making my ovaries explode.
Yes! Blame Rick and his life-giving powers!
I keep reading it as dog parks!
