I want to finish my Wonder Woman chats with Captain America in war-torn London fic. As well as hem some pants.
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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.
Workbook done.
Timesheet done.
Logged off of work done.
Cheesy toast...not done. Gonna make cupcakes for my DCC family instead. About half our crew has had birthdays this month and I want to take goodies.
We are going to pick up a little used teardrop camping trailer we bought, to bring the dogs and cats cross-country. DH and his brother are driving and they are going to have a blast.
then going to see "The Big Sick," the new movie by Kumail Nanjani and Emily Gordon about their early romance. I can't WAIT.
Also, the plan is to try not to obsess about our house sale. The new buyer sent us a HUGE repairs request. We sent a counter offer and now we are waiting to see if we can agree. This is where we lost our last buyer and I am extremely nervous. Like muscle-under-my-eye-jumping and waking-up-several-times-a-night nervous.
I want to finish my Wonder Woman chats with Captain America in war-torn London fic.
I want to read that!
Teardrop trailer? Be still my heart! Too cool.
I'm finally seeing Wonder Woman tonight!
Hang tight, Scrappy!
I regularly pray that various powerful people will be separated from selfishness, greed and anger that is in their hearts. That I imagine such a process to be more than a little uncomfortable may or may not cause me some level of enjoyment which will probably cause me to have some discomfort when the Almighty sees fit to cure me of it.
A postcard with birthday greetings may or may not have been mailed to an address on Teppy's street which is totally a transposition of some of the numbers of Teppy's house number. If such a thing were to happen, one would hope that the people in that other hypothetical house a couple of blocks down won't be terribly creeped out by a random postcard for a random birthday to a random person who does not live there. And also if such a thing did happen, another postcard may or may not have been mailed out the next day to what may or may not be the correct address. Perhaps.
Happy birthday, Steph! I hope it's the start to a wonderful year.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TEPPY!!!!!!!
Dang, y'all, Fitbit says I've walked 6.75 miles today. 1 of those was the usually Friday circumnavigating the building, and probably another 0.75 going to and from bus stops, do that's 5 miles of basically wandering around the warehouse looking for customers who need help.
I hope I have wine in the fridge already.