'A Hole in the World'
Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hil that really sucks.
Matthew came up yesterday and so this morning we were lazy and then had breakfast and then came back and took a nap.
It's been raining so this is a good way to spend the day. And it's distracting me from the fact there is still a small snake in the house.
Like, I can feel it being injected. Don't lie to me.
Oh, that is bullshit.
It's just, can't we go through anything in life without having to deal with men being irritating like that? (I've also given up on correcting him when he pronounces my last name wrong -- he always calls me Ms. Lastname, and he pronounces it wrong, and I correct him, and he tries to repeat what I said, and he still says it wrong. I know that there are a couple of consonants in there that get weird with my lisp, but he's saying the vowels wrong. And his last name is also German, and follows the same weird rules about vowels combinations -- ei is pronounced eye, and ie is pronounced ee -- so he should know.) (Also, Einstein is a name that people know how to pronounce, and my name follows the same pattern.)
Like I said, usually, whatever. He's a good doctor. He's fixed my hand several times. I have no doubt that this surgery will fix this problem. This is just not the week that I want to deal with his nonsense.
I'm sorry, Hil. I hope the results are good enough to be worth all the nastiness.
I've been putting off breakfast because what I want (nothing, really)/what I can eat with a still-tender tongue/what I have in the house aren't necessarily coalescing. But now I want Laura's day, so I'm starting with coffee and oatmeal. I'm going to soak the dried cranberries first, though, and crush the walnut pieces small. I have no boatly friend with whom to leaf-peep, though, and we have pleasantly melodic rainfall, so reading and perhaps some writing will have to substitute for the leaf-cruise.
ETA: I forgot to approve of emotionally supportive hippos. I recently got a Jellycat bunny with the softest fur I've ever felt. Every time I touch her I marvel all over again how soft she is.
Beverly, I'm glad you're getting better. What an awful experience. Here's to having a Lauraly day.
(You wrote, "I have no boatly friend," but I read "I have no bloaty friend," and was ready to raise my hand.)
It only has managed to get to the mid 50s today so my boaty friend and I decided to go during the week when the sun is out. I also wimped out on going to nephew's soccer game. Just stayed home in my inside warm clothes and played on the computer while Monk episodes play in the background. Relaxing.
Emotional support hippos and Harvey in a sweater make me happy.
Good doctors with bad bedside manner are exasperating.
Staying inside warm and snuggly when it's cold outside is one of the primal joys of life.
I finally went through a bag of stuff that's been sitting around waiting to be sorted, and found paperwork from 2011. I really have a procrastination problem.
Weird thing happened. My phone autocorrected something that I was typing to a cool word. I google cool word, and it turns out to be the name of a star. I think - I like this word, I will find a way to use it in my life. And then, I am watching TV and lo and behold, there is a plot point with a boat with the same name as cool word. Mind. Blown. (I am not naming cool word because I might use it as password or something)
I forgot to approve of emotionally supportive hippos. I recently got a Jellycat bunny with the softest fur I've ever felt. Every time I touch her I marvel all over again how soft she is.
Jellycats are the best for soft fur. When Peanut grows out of her stuffed animals, I'll probably keep all the Jellycats for cuddling archival purposes.