Timelies all!

Healthma to Drew.

Went to Annapolis with my folks. Walked around the Naval Academy a bit, then got lunch. It's very hot out.

Much ~ma for Drew and Kristin.

While cleaning I found more bills. That is really just not good.

mac has a playdate over. They were supposed to be electronic free, but they are watching a movie.

I unpacked another box, emptied out a shopping bag of desk stuff and am halfway through emptying another box. Discovered I have an entire desk drawer of notecards, envelopes, postcards, and greeting cards. ridic.

Okay, clothes tidied up. That was way too big a job. I wonder if I will actually make it, you know, out of the house.

I'm watching Moulin Rouge (and, um, singing along) while sorting and packing. I'm actually making some progress, but man, the urge for a bonfire is still right. there.

I am listing things on craigslist. Nothing of much value, but I'll feel better getting rid of some stuff and getting at least some cash.

captain's bed
concrete pavers
plastic bins

We have that captain's bed, msbelle. I couldn't sell it because I one of the boards had a hole in it when I opened it and I was too beaten down to go back to ikea.

We went to the Noah's Ark exhibit at the Skirball. It's a solid 90 minute activity (which is amazing for kids, if you think about it). And then we stayed and watched a circus performance troop.

Grace is now asleep and Noah is in bed, of his own volition. K has a belt test at Krav so I'm solo. I wonder what I can do with them this PM.

And, I want to admit it now, it's so much harder to go do things. Sometimes G and her equipment are an insurmountable obstacle!

The old dog likes to fuck with me. I now understand why my friends kinda freaked out when they'd find MK upstairs and he didn't wake up when you entered the room. Trajan is like that, cause he's deaf. But I patted him. Nothing. I shook him. Nothing. I shook him harder and grabbed his leg. He cracked an eye and sighed. Then he didn't want to leave the laundry room. So he turned and very deliberately fell into me and flopped on my feet, pinning me to the washer. This is at least 65lbs of dog; the washer was the only thing that kept me upright.

Dinner, then I start stripping.

Sylvester is meowing like he has lost his true love. It's over an hour before feeding time. SO ANNOYING. I am trying to refrain from screaming SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP at a cat. crazy, let me show you how.

I need to call the church in NY and the NPR station as well and stop the monthly charges to my credit cards. Fulfilling those pledges will just not happen this year.

Dinner, then I start stripping.

That sounds sexy, until one remembers your giant ass project.