And the yammering continues apace.
Nov. 26th, 2008 11:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twoweevilsI decided to dress like a grown-up today (for a change). Dark charcoal dress pants, black tank, dark red shirt, charcoal jacket. And I just dribbled clementine juice on my shirt. Nice. But it seems to be evaporating.
I am convinced that my period is coming any second now. K talked me off the ledge about this yesterday by plying me with internet anecdotes about people who were convinced that their period was coming any second now...but were actually pregnant. I'm still near the ledge, but clinging hard to hope.
A good friend just got some awful news. Please spare a thought for her. I wish I could do something to help, but I just don't know what.
Yuletide is...tiding. I haven't kept up the momentum that I started on the weekend, but the story is plotted out -- just need to fill in the blanks. Which I would have done some of last night, except I had to go to bed at 7pm. So. Tired.
Which brings me to the wonderfulness of K as a ledge-down-talker and general giver of care and support. I don't have a diamond for her (and she doesn't fancy them anyway), so I'll just say it: I'd marry you all over again.
For those of you who are celebrating, have a great Thanksgiving!
M.
PS - Brooke Burke sucks the mighty Wurlitzer.
ETA: This is why I usually wear jeans: Just got back from my eighty-millionth trip to the bathroom where I discovered that my pants developed a 2-inch split in the ass-seam. Which wouldn't be all that noticeable in charcoal trousers...if I wasn't wearing my bright red fertility underpants! Desk Drawer Sewing Kit to the rescue. Again.
I am convinced that my period is coming any second now. K talked me off the ledge about this yesterday by plying me with internet anecdotes about people who were convinced that their period was coming any second now...but were actually pregnant. I'm still near the ledge, but clinging hard to hope.
A good friend just got some awful news. Please spare a thought for her. I wish I could do something to help, but I just don't know what.
Yuletide is...tiding. I haven't kept up the momentum that I started on the weekend, but the story is plotted out -- just need to fill in the blanks. Which I would have done some of last night, except I had to go to bed at 7pm. So. Tired.
Which brings me to the wonderfulness of K as a ledge-down-talker and general giver of care and support. I don't have a diamond for her (and she doesn't fancy them anyway), so I'll just say it: I'd marry you all over again.
For those of you who are celebrating, have a great Thanksgiving!
M.
PS - Brooke Burke sucks the mighty Wurlitzer.
ETA: This is why I usually wear jeans: Just got back from my eighty-millionth trip to the bathroom where I discovered that my pants developed a 2-inch split in the ass-seam. Which wouldn't be all that noticeable in charcoal trousers...if I wasn't wearing my bright red fertility underpants! Desk Drawer Sewing Kit to the rescue. Again.