Damn. He was only 67.
Oz ,'First Date'
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
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.
Timelies all!
So yesterday Mr. S insisted on going to the supermarket with me. Which meant all three of us went, and we ended up with a few more things than were on the list.(including Axe deodorant. He is 8.) I hope this doesn’t become a pattern.
Is it wrong that I wondered if Battle caught fire? Probably a little, and yet?
Hope it was good trip, behaviorally, Sheryl.
Wow, 8? I still picture him as about 5. Time flies. I can’t believe some of my high school and college friends have grown children now—I don’t feel old enough for that, yet somehow this year is my 25th college reunion?!?
I accomplished zero yesterday. I had a migraine in the morning, but even though the drugs made it go away by noonish, I still just sat on the couch and watched TikTok’s all day. Planning to get more done today (and already have, since there’s laundry in the wash and I went out to buy breakfast at a place I’ve been meaning to try!). Have plans for a stretch class (yay, though I dread the warmups which are awkward bear crawls and shit) and afternoon meetup with a friend and her toddler. Maybe dancing too, if I can push myself to do it.
Timelies all!
Yeah, time flies, meara.
The trip went reasonably well, but I still prefer to go by myself.
I accomplished zero yesterday.
I've been sick with a low-grade cold/general ick since Friday (tested negative for Covid Friday and today, so I think it really is just general ick), and I feel like I deserve a medal for doing the dishes just now. Because I did nothing yesterday and most of today, too.
Mr S is one of the few Buffista Sprog whose age doesn’t surprise me because he’s the same age as ltc.
Exactly! To us, ltc is pretty much in the 3-5 age range as well!
Hey y’all. Having a hard time keeping up.
Sometimes I feel like I should finish the Outlander books, because my mom won’t get to. But only sometimes.
Plus of my job - no annual evals. Minus - no job description, shifting responsibilities, pretty much no benchmarks.
I am also currently losing a battle with the snot monster, and I’m waiting on a tow for my car. It wouldn’t start and it’s not the battery. Happy Monday!