May 20, 2014
Well, that went better than expected
I didn't have to use my bullet-deflecting bracelets, my boomerang tiara, or my truth lasso!
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May 19, 2014
I need a costume
I just realized that by the time I get home tonight I will most likely be in no shape to write or post anything here. I have a business meeting at 7 p.m. with the King of All Douchebags, and it promises to get ugly. Thankfully there will be others there, most of them in my corner, but still. It’s the whole idea of having to deal with someone’s fragile, yet enormous, ego that tanks my day.
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May 19, 2014
I toadally don’t have anything fun to write
Okay, I know that was bad, but I’m scraping tonight. Good day, just busy with a bunch of boring shit no one wants to read.
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May 18, 2014
Today in photos (some of today, that is)
Blogger is being an asshole, so bear with me while I mess with trying to upload photos and get them where I want them.
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May 18, 2014
And while Daddy was gone…
Well, now that we’ve shown the finished product to M, I am allowed to talk about the fact that Zoe had her ears pierced Friday. She swore me to secrecy until we could show him, and he’s on retreat this weekend.
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May 17, 2014
Turns out the cure for stress is to not go to work
Today was wonderful, just lovely. And as I was getting ready for bed tonight I thought about what made it so nice. And then it hit me:
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May 17, 2014
Lovely today
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May 16, 2014
Textures
Morning light on the peeling paint of a cottage on campus.
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May 16, 2014
Lost: creativity, and the willpower to stop eating
It’s 9:14 p.m. and I’m tired because I was up until 2 a.m. and I have heartburn because when I am stressed I overeat and by the end of this week I should weigh 5,739 pounds at the rate I’m going so I think maybe the heartburn is saying, “Hey, stupid, stop shoving everything you can find in your mouth. That’s not good for you. Drink water.” I should listen to the heartburn. If I promise to listen to you, will you go away? Now, please.
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May 15, 2014
Last Brownie Meeting!
I could so write about this but it’s after 2 and I have a stupid meeting tomorrow (uh, today) at 9 that I should be conscious for.
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