'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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.
That sounds tough, but like ultimately a really good conversation, though.
Last night I dreamed about an African-American family who was visiting their relatives in the Caribbean, where the son was being recruited to play college football. I have no idea where that came from.
That is fascinating! I hardly ever remember dreams, and when I do, they are like, "I was at a work meeting, but instead of my coworker, it was someone from band! CRAZY!!"
That reminds me of the dream recently where I got elected as a state Senator, evidently because I'd put my name down on a whim, and all the other candidates were so awful that voters all independently decided that I was the best qualified.
I woke up as I was fretting about how I was going to be able to work at my regular job...
I have faith in your ability to balance your senatorial duties with your regular job, Theo.
Happy 2020! I actually stayed awake until after 1 - Dead To Me got pretty intense and gripping. I didn't really notice midnight, but I heard some fireworks and remembered they might mean something around 12:15.
Really wanted to get 8 hours of sleep and failed at that, but breakfast of black-eyed peas, spinach, and grits is in the offing.
I ate too much last night! No breakfast for me.
The dog would like a walk, so I should probably lever myself off the couch.
I like parades. In particular when they have super pretty floats and great marching bands. IOW, guess what I have been watching this morning.
Jesse, it was a good thing we had the conversation. We are kind of each other's primary relationship, even though it is platonic, and we have been pretty annoyed at each other and not saying anything. Who knew you had to act like an adult even if you weren't in a marriage/long term relationship. I guess it is really a long term relationship! How we ended up in this friendship when where we both bring out the worst in our relationships with our mothers is sort of humorous. I am always defending her mom and kids, and she is always defending my mom, so we really need to find other people to complain to. I have a line on someone at work, my coworker Joe's wife, who is an adjunct. I think we have the same mother.
I love parades, but they make me cry! There is just something about them.
Last night as I was falling asleep I was overwhelmed with the smell of someone baking brownies. I was awake enough to know it wasn't real, but it smelled so good, I didn't care.
Timelies all!
Happy New Year's Day, all!
Mmm, spectral brownies