I haven’t worn pants for a solid 24 hours. If not for the fact that I want to go for a quick run right now, I’d be able to carry this streak well into 8:30 Monday morning territory. Next weekend I don’t have the kidlets: Going for a cool 48 pantsless hours!
My Favorite Part of Making Cookies
Is the part after baking two dozen cookies and after a sizable amount of bourbon when you say, “Screw it!” and then just make ONE GINOURMOUS COOKIE TO RULE THEM ALL.
In Which My Transition to Soccer Mom Is Complete
It’s my weekend with the kidlets and the 9YO has a soccer game at 11. Or perhaps my ex got the time wrong and it started at 11:30. That’s cool, it gives me time to run to the store and get treats, since she also forgot to tell me it was the 9YO’s turn to bring treats. Oh, and the coach only wants them to eat fruit during halftime, so I either need to wash some grapes in...
We Have Had a Healing in Our Midst!
The laptop which had been dropped (and dribbled and bounced around) and then had a *super* wonky screen, even though it booted OK… IT HAS BEEN *HEALED*. Really. I was just getting ready to take a few photos to show the damage to you guys; my imaginary, svelte and good looking friends on the Internet, when I noticed that the screen was *perfect* again. Either it’s working fine again, or...
Just dropped my laptop. It *bounced* when it hit the ground. Nice.
In Which I Just Don't Get Kids These Days
Me: What the hell happened to your hair? Co-Worker Who Arrived at Work This Morning Sporting a Mullet and Who Used to Be Ridiculously Good Looking: And good morning to you, Jon. Me: Your hair. It’s scaring me. CWWAAWTMSAMAWUTBRGL:What? Me: Change it back, please. CWWAAWTMSAMAWUTBRGL: I’m being ironic! Me: No. No. No. No. Just… No. CWWAAWTMSAMAWUTBRGL: It changes my look up!...
Are you fucking kidding me with that shit?