I Can't Think of a Title ...
Jun. 29th, 2009 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I hate it when I want to post, but I can't think up some kind of clever, witty title. Although, really, I tend to fail at both "clever" and "witty" -- no matter how much I wish the opposite were true -- so it shouldn't come as any big surprise. And yet, somehow, it always does come as a surprise. That little jolt of: "Wow. I'm a dork. And not at all clever or witty."
Ah. Life. You slay me in so many ways.
So, weekend of busy was ... well, busy. Kiddo had swimming lessons on Sunday. Hubby got stuck in Detroit on Thursday and Friday. Luckily, he made it home, but the travel delay forced him to work most of the weekend, leaving him feeling grumpy, frustrated, and all-around angry. Poor guy.
Saturday was fun!! Mainly because I got to sneak away for a little visit with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kmktr. An afternoon of fangirl giggling, looking at cels, and watching Yu-gi-Oh -- which I've never really seen. But she has sworn it is her mission in life to convert me to this fandom. (Wouldn't be too hard, really. I liked the bit of manga that I read. I like the art style of the show. And I love her fanfiction and lucidscreamer's fanfiction for it. So, yeah -- I'm a soft sell. ^.~)
I have managed to catch kiddo's virus. She is feeling much better. Me -- not so much. I am achy and congested. Coughing. Sore throat. No voice. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Luckily, no fever, as that would make life totally unbearable.
I slammed the side of my hand against a basket in the kiddo's bathroom. (Accidentally, by the way -- 'yaknow, in case anyone was wondering >.O) It hurt like a sonuvabitch at the time I did it. It's been several days since this happened, but, if I even barely brush the point of impact against anything: waves of unimaginable pain. I'm beginning to think I cracked something. -.-"
Today's agenda contains: grocery store ... about five thousands loads of laundry ... cleaning the cat box ... cleaning the yard ... beginning the Great Office Cleanup of 2009.
I live such a life of glamor. Seriously -- it's just not fair to all the mere mortals out there who don't get to share in this joy. o_o
I hate it when I want to post, but I can't think up some kind of clever, witty title. Although, really, I tend to fail at both "clever" and "witty" -- no matter how much I wish the opposite were true -- so it shouldn't come as any big surprise. And yet, somehow, it always does come as a surprise. That little jolt of: "Wow. I'm a dork. And not at all clever or witty."
Ah. Life. You slay me in so many ways.
So, weekend of busy was ... well, busy. Kiddo had swimming lessons on Sunday. Hubby got stuck in Detroit on Thursday and Friday. Luckily, he made it home, but the travel delay forced him to work most of the weekend, leaving him feeling grumpy, frustrated, and all-around angry. Poor guy.
Saturday was fun!! Mainly because I got to sneak away for a little visit with
kmktr. An afternoon of fangirl giggling, looking at cels, and watching Yu-gi-Oh -- which I've never really seen. But she has sworn it is her mission in life to convert me to this fandom. (Wouldn't be too hard, really. I liked the bit of manga that I read. I like the art style of the show. And I love her fanfiction and lucidscreamer's fanfiction for it. So, yeah -- I'm a soft sell. ^.~)I have managed to catch kiddo's virus. She is feeling much better. Me -- not so much. I am achy and congested. Coughing. Sore throat. No voice. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Luckily, no fever, as that would make life totally unbearable.
I slammed the side of my hand against a basket in the kiddo's bathroom. (Accidentally, by the way -- 'yaknow, in case anyone was wondering >.O) It hurt like a sonuvabitch at the time I did it. It's been several days since this happened, but, if I even barely brush the point of impact against anything: waves of unimaginable pain. I'm beginning to think I cracked something. -.-"
Today's agenda contains: grocery store ... about five thousands loads of laundry ... cleaning the cat box ... cleaning the yard ... beginning the Great Office Cleanup of 2009.
I live such a life of glamor. Seriously -- it's just not fair to all the mere mortals out there who don't get to share in this joy. o_o