Glad to hear the good news, Steph.
Natter 75: More Than a Million Natters Served
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm being nibbled to death by ducks.
Also, glad to hear the good news re: Steph's mom, but to be honest I was expecting a personalized email about it.
I'm being nibbled to death by ducks.
I hear orange sauce works well.
Steph - I did not see anything on FB. Also did not get my personalized carrier pigeon.
Wait, if she's getting a carrier pigeon I want one!
If alla y'all didn't get your telegraphs, I don't know what to tell you.
ION, holy Jeebus SO TIRED. 4:45 a.m. is a BULLSHIT time to wake up, especially when your anxiety wouldn't let you fall asleep until 1:30 a.m. after you stress-ate ALL THE ICE CREAM.
I live about 10(ish) minutes from the hospital, so I came home to feed the wee kitty and get a break, but I'll go back in about an hour, because Mom should be awake sometime between 3 and 5. In theory I'm home to take a nap, but in practice, I can't nap unless I'm sick or heavily drugged. And if I were heavily drugged, I wouldn't wake up in an hour to go back to the hospital.
So I washed the dishes and made the bed because it made me feel better. I should eat lunch, but I'm regretting all that ice cream from last night. Maybe just some soup.
When I fed the wee kitty, it let me pet its little head while it ate! Progress!
Yay Steph's mom! Where's my personalized update card with calligraphy?
Dana, I have been roped into some meetings this week that are driving me nuts with the circular arguments and people stating and restating things for no good reason, and whoever is supposed to be facilitating is not.
I guess I don't give myself enough credit for soft skills like having actual meeting purpose, being ruthless with the agenda, and cutting off non-productive discussion.
Edited to add: Yay kitty progress!
Double checked my FB messenger 3 times, and yet nothing from Teppy. Huh! Maybe I have to reinstall.
When I fed the wee kitty, it let me pet its little head while it ate! Progress!
Hooray for the Bitty Terror Muffin!