Oh, good idea Trudy!
I hate to admit after complaining and complaining about how much I had to work at the theatre, now that I have free time, I am pretty darn bored. I should really do some online X-mas shopping.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, good idea Trudy!
I hate to admit after complaining and complaining about how much I had to work at the theatre, now that I have free time, I am pretty darn bored. I should really do some online X-mas shopping.
I'm doing some online Christmas shopping. And counting the minutes until the kids' bedtime.
ita, I hope you were able to fend off the migraine.
I need to get the kids' babysitter something special. She's been indispensable during my recovery.
oh shit babysitters! and I need to get in gear and make the things for the teachers THIS weekend.
Are those phone camera commercials supposed to do anything besides convince me that Ashton Kutcher would have been killed long ago if Demi Moore weren't scary?
I got Owen's teachers gift cards for Applebees. Lame, probably, but I just didn't have it in me to do more than that. I'm getting movie gift cards for the girls that work in the daycare center at the gym.
Not sure what to do for the bus drivers. (Not normally a thing but with Owen's issues, he gets extra attention and I like to thank the people who take good care of him.)
I have a working computer again! Wheeeeeee!
I think the only people who will be getting dead-tree cards from me this holiday will be my friends from work. I haven't seen them since I left New Jersey. Almost a year ago! Wow. No, wait, I saw some of them in Atlanta in April for the yearly meeting. (But we didn't even get drunk, much less talk about sex.) I want to keep in touch, and it takes an effort, because I'm really bad at that.
I got a call from somebody who lives six blocks east of here that they had seen a cat like Ivan in their yard and on their porch.
I was in the indoor pants so I changed clothes and raced over there - no cat, no answer at the door. I think I will phone tomorrow and offer to bring them an original of the poster so that they can see a clearer picture of Mr. Ivan.
Now, I'm sweaty and tired and hungry.
I'm going to order a burger.
Oh, sumi, how disappointing. I am so worried about you and Mr. Ivan. If I lost my Miss Bobo I would be inconsolable.
I'm sorry, sumi. I hope the cat your neighbors found is Mr. Ivan, and that you can meet up with them, and him, soon.