I've downloaded podcasts, have a pile of books, packed the clothes and shoes; toiletries won't go in until after I use them in the morning. Then hopping on a west coast bound plane to see my favorite twins.
Checked my work email to make sure my auto reply was set up right and discovered one of the teams did exactly what I've told them NOT to do for the past year. Delivery at 5:20 on a Friday? IT.IS.NOT.GOING.TO.HAPPEN. I'm spitefully glad they're gonna be thwarted.
I'm brimming with spite, though. Gotta remember to pack the tampons.
Khaki-toastocracy? Taquito-ocracy?
There's a Buffy kaki toast joke, just dying for validation.
My in-laws leave tomorrow, which I think is good, in the interests of no one killing each other.
Ugh. Just watched a procedural where kids are kidnapped and the one that didn't survive had the same name as ltc. Not the Saturday night escapist TV I was hoping for.
I never like it when kids or dogs don't make it.
Yeah, neither do I, but it's a lot harder to watch those types of shows now that I'm a parent than it was before.
OK, totally memfaulting, but what is the name of the cute (I think) Mary Janes that come in different patterns like space, cats, other awesome things?
Anyone?
Strix, Hot Chocolate Design?
