My head hurts a lot. It's been getting worse all day, well, since yesterday evening, actually.
I fell down the concrete stairs in the parking garage after work yesterday. I found out I bounce, rather than kathwumping. Kathwumping breaks stuff. I hit my head a couple of times, I am sure - I have the lumps on my noggin. Other than that no damage other than being bruised like bad fruit.
My head just hurts a lot.
Maybe it's rebelling against the shitty haircut I talked myself into getting yesterday.
I look like Shirley Temple's Chia pet.
Seriously.
Thirteen hours and 37 minutes and it'll all be over.
For one more year.
She: "Guess where my hand is? If you guess correctly, you get a prize. If you guess creatively, you get two."
He: "... Will it be on the doorknob at 7:30 if knock?"
She: "See you then."
He: "Damn skippy."
~An hour later~
He (sounding almost in tears): "Will the offer still be good tomorrow? My Mom - my MOM! - called!"
(Apparently she wanted help with stuff in the garage and he couldn't say no. She's 74.)
She: "Well. Ok, but you'll have to be impressive."
He: "I can do that."
And reposted it here because I *am* this man. Except I have tits. And I am strawberry blonde.
My sister Kelly got her Master's degree today, in social work.
♥
I am so very proud of her.
Her mom and step-dad are getting her a hot tub for a graduation gift. :P I think I'll be spending a lot of time over there. Heh!
Damn good job.
Kind of tempts me into going back and looking at another degree.
I have no idea just what I'd get it IN, but ... I've always rather enjoyed learning.
I have extremely pink nail polish. Imagine ... a Barbie car on Crack, smothered in little girl squeals. THAT is how pink it is.
♥
I cannot wait until it is on my nails.
Ok, so yet again I was down to some peanut butter, a stick of butter, marshmallows (there's always the marshmallows - they're like Dwarf Bread - Never mind, go read a book!) and a couple of celery stalks.
So, I hit the grocer's.
I got some celery, some cranberries, some fruit pectin, some pomegranate juice, some cheese, some tinned pineapple, bright Barbie-plastic-Pepto-Bismol pink nail polish, a pint of cinnamon chocolate ice cream, a loaf of wheat-free rye bread (the slices are about 3"x3", and a loaf has 12 slices) ... and made fun of by WC.
:P "Ice cream isn't diner!" Says WHO?
I got home, put things away and found out I *also* have a tomato. So I am making grilled tomato and cheese and having cranberries and pineapple for dinner. =)
I am good for a few days. I think I'll buy meat next time.
Today was odd.
Nothing specific I can point to.
Just ... Odd.
Oh. I still want that wand I could wave to fix stuff.
“Hello! I’ll cook if you feel like shopping, otherwise it’ll be me, marshmallows, peanut butter and the cats, and I already put whipped cream on their foreheads once this week. They’re still mad.”
“Huh. What are we eating?”
“Anything without wheat, potatoes, honey or coconut.”
“Hrm. Chicken breasts, rice pilaf and broccoli ok?”
“Lovely! I have wine.”
“… I’ll bring beer. Um. Can we still put whipped cream on the cats?”
“If you can catch ‘em.”
“Cool. Gimme directions.”
They look absolutely gorgeous. ♥
I wish you guys could see the glory at the ends of my hands! ♥
{/vanity explosion}
Hey ... I do grow lovely nails. =) I painted them and painted lovely flowers on them, too.
If you ever have a chance to see these young men, DO SO!
The Ten Tenors.
Yes. In my neighborhood, on my street (which is Beaverton), there is a corner of Beaverton and Beaverton. My street does a loop.
I've discovered the redneckia loop is precisely 1/3 of a mile.
So. Mama gets bored, and that's a quick 15 minute three loop stroll.
Go me =)
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