Holy crap! Babyfrass! Welcome to the world, wee Buffista-to-be!
All my fellow singletons have my sympathy. Especially the crazy cat ladies whose eccentricities are growing more marked by the day - SO with you there, peeps.
our washer/dryer is stacked in a closet, so no love for me when ND is out of town.
...this does strike me as rather hilarious, within the context of the conversation. Your poor closeted washer/dryer! It should be brave, it should venture out of the closet and boogie on down to a little Gloria Gaynor, damn it! Washer/Dryer/Sextoy PRIDE, dammit!
Meanwhile, today has been - man, I can't even. Today has been one of those days where I REALLY REALLY REALLY feel like I'm the central character in a sitcom, stumbling from one moment of OMGWTF into the next, flailing and wide-eyed and incredulous.
I haven't the heart to write it all down. But I'm hoping tomorrow will be VERY MUCH BETTER. Meanwhile, my day had the silver lining of cupcakes. So that's good.
Kristin - wishing you good things, love.
Also, Teppy is my hero. ijs. And Tom Scola is made of win.
I chuckled as well, but I know that when Kristin is in the midst of struggling with ADD she has a very hard time joking about it. Chalk it up to me be extra defensive of her on what what had already been a stressful day. Didn't mean to over react.
Nah, it's a good point to make. I've been in that place where I can sit on the couch for literally 48 hours struggling with myself and utterly unable to pick up the thing I desperately need to be working on. Up all night and crying because I just need to do it and I simply can't.
It's a very different thing from my more usual putting-off-of-important-stuff-because-I-don't-like-doing-it-well-past-the-point-of-reason schtick. Which also sucks, but in a difference universe from the former.
Also, Teppy is my hero. ijs.
Me? What did I do? (I have a fierce migraine, so all I can remember of recent posts is Babyfras and ADD; I have no idea what I might have said recently that is hero-esque.)
And Tom Scola is made of win.
Always true.
Nah, it's a good point to make. I've been in that place where I can sit on the couch for literally 48 hours struggling with myself and utterly unable to pick up the thing I desperately need to be working on. Up all night and crying because I just need to do it and I simply can't.
It's a very different thing from my more usual putting-off-of-important-stuff-because-I-don't-like-doing-it-well-past-the-point-of-reason schtick. Which also sucks, but in a difference universe from the former.
::nods::
OTOH, Baby! Welcome, wee one, to the Family Fras and the larger family of Buffistas! There're a lot of people who've been waiting for your debut, foremost among them a pretty darn nice set of parents.
Teppy is my hero, too.
My migraine-addled brain is honored but still confused.
I gotta talk to my doctor about a better migraine drug than the weak-ass one I take. IIRC, my doctor didn't want to try Imitrex and other triptans unless we *had* to, because of some scary side effect -- maybe heart stuff? So what I take is a fairly older drug that's a combination of tylenol, chloral hydrate, and isometheptene (which constricts blood vessels). It's kind of crap, but often works if I take it early enough.
This time, I did not take it early enough. Sometimes I can't tell if it's sinus or migraine. I chose sinus yesterday. I chose poorly.
It's like the elephant kicking my face is also stabbing me with an ice pick. That's one talented elephant.
I experimentally had only one cup of coffee this morning.
No headache. First time in weeks.
So now my question is, WTF, coffee? I thought we had a good thing going here! Why are you breaking up with me????
Thanks sj. The ibu's helping, so hopefully, this is just a mild bug. The only problem right now is I'm hungry and just not ambitious enough to anything about it.
