So I had to reboot the laptop and when it came back on, I looked at my wallpaper image (of Blanche with my older nephew when he was less than a year old) and felt sad at all she’d missed. Which of course led me to think that I was glad she’d missed some stuff…
Category: Life in Cheesecake City
Yippee!
Guess what I did? I had a phone conversation with someone who is not in my extremely small circle of friends. Yes really! I know it sounds dumb to be proud of this, but still, I am proud. I’d written a thank you note to our friends in MD (we had such a good time,…
Did I ever tell you…
So, at work, Stefania’s Toady always burns candles. Some of them smell good, like cookies, and some of them smell like Eau de French Whore. Funny enough, the Eau de French Whore-scented candle makes me cough and makes my throat sore, but the cookies-scented candles do not. What I love is when the candle dies…
oof…
I am in a just awful mood. I have written two separate posts that I have had to just save as a draft because they are so very crabby that someone would probably send the authorities to my house to take me away. Let’s just say that chocolate is my friend (well, chocolate and Lunesta)….
IKEA, you win…
So did I tell you that Gene and I stopped at an IKEA in Virginia on our way to MD? While we waited for the cafe to change over to meatballs (seriously – who goes there to eat eggs?? Even if they are yummy, they are clearly not meatballs), we did the obvious thing and…
Please stop trying to rip off my leg…
…just in case you wondered how my leg/hip/ass-area injury was faring. (Oh, and my trainer said the injury is in my “oblique” area, which I guess is a French term for leg/hip/ass-area). (oh, and BTW, I just realized that the title of this post makes almost no sense. I’m trying to say that it feels…
On an unrelated note…
Since coming home 27 hours ago, I have both injured myself (somewhere between my hip and my ass – my trainer tried to show me where it was but I can’t remember the technical term) and caught a cold. (Holy crap if I gave that baby a cold I will leap into traffic – possibly…
Hey, what happened?
Harumph. Friggin’ 30 degree day today. (Well, OK, the high was technically 49 but it was 32 when I was walking outside to drop our taxes off at the accountant’s). So much for my glorious balmy February. Gene’s talking about uprooting us to KANSAS – probably no balmy Julys there, let alone Februarys. (The move…
O, the land of cloudless days…
It is February. It is over 60 degrees. Convertible envy came early this year. (mmm, Toyota Solara). I know I’ll curse this when it’s 80 degrees on Thanksgiving again but right now it’s lovely. I have an entire drawer of sweaters that have remained unworn AGAIN this year. Seriously, my fellow Northerners. Move here now….
Agggh, noooo
Gene has the flu. Doctor Hottie gave him a prescription for Tamiflu. And one for me, too, to take “just in case”. Oh please. Pleaseplease do not let me get sick like Gene. Seriously. If I get sick like Gene is sick (as in down for the count sick), I suspect we’ll just have to…