I'm not hating life nearly as much as I should be today. In fact, pretty much the usual level for waking at 5:30. Helps that only my shoulder is doing the achin'.
'Bushwhacked'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
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.
It's Friday! Well, for most of us.
What are people doing this weekend? I have no plans, other than resting and trying to replenish my spoon supply.
I am going to a folk festival and sleeping in my friend's tent trailer. I am off all next week with plans to do nothing, so woohoo!
I have a lot of errands to do, just-made dim sum plans for tomorrow and a movie TBD. And giving blood on Sunday for the first time in forever.
I'm seeing Harry Potter! Finally! I've been going around all week with this quietly delicious Christmas Eve-ish anticipation swirling through my brain.
I'm transporting people to and fro today. Tomorrow night, DH and I are going to a fundraiser for L.A. Banks' daughter.
I'm going to visit my parents tomorrow. We're going to Ponderosa in Green Bay for dinner. My parents love Ponderosa, but they don't drive anymore. Plus, I get to show off my new car.
I had my eyebrows done yesterday evening; they look terrific. And the eyebrow lady - who also does manicures - admired my DIY manicure. yay me
And, Cash, I've been reading the Black Dagger Brotherhood books. They're crack. (Also, she's trying to do for the letter "H" what Stargate did for the apostrophe.)
Going camping. Which means I should probably get my ass off the couch and get moving.
I miss my parents, suddenly.
Weird. I'm usually colder than that.