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verbicideI couldn't go to sleep last night!
I'm not sure if it's the lighter, longer evenings, or if that Cherry Coke Zero at 4pm was a mistake, or what. But I tossed and turned half the night and still woke up an hour before the alarm (to pee!).
And that worked out nicely, because my alarm failed. No idea why.
Sarah's back, so Henry will be leaving today*. I'll miss the little fluffball. We had a grand time yesterday pouncing around. But I would recommend that if you have a plate of toast with sticky marmalade, do not attempt to pick up a frisky kitten with an enormous plume of a tail. Because he will beaver-slap that tail right down on your marmalade and then knock it off the plate, upside down on your dining room floor. And you will be so horrified that you'll just freeze with an open mouth in a silent scream.
Ahem.
What else, what else. I am sporting a nice little sunburn on my upper right arm which itches like mad and hurts when I scratch it.
There is a horrible stench in our hallway. It smells like water damage, so that's freaky. It's not coming from my place, but I've written the board because it really should be investigated. But I think no one wants to deal with it, because no one is responding. The only one who bothered to respond is the dude who is working in Sweden for a few weeks and he sent his girlfriend over to make sure his house hadn't exploded in his absence. (It's not his place, either.)
* Oh, oh. Sarah says I can keep Henry another two nights while she works her butt off studying. Sad for her, happy for me. I love Henry. He's so freaking adorable.
Everyone is totally wiped out and sleepy this morning. At least next weekend's a long weekend. Extra long for me because I'm taking Friday off in honor of my cousin K's visit.
I'm going to have a few friends over on Sunday and I'm trying to decide if I have the energy to make Jeff's cake request that weekend. He wants me to do a raspberry curd version of the orange cake. So that's a three day process I would have to start before Kiran gets here on Thursday night. So, we'll see. I know *exactly* how I want to decorate it, which tends to make me a little obsessive. Hee.
Okay. Must attempt work.
I'm not sure if it's the lighter, longer evenings, or if that Cherry Coke Zero at 4pm was a mistake, or what. But I tossed and turned half the night and still woke up an hour before the alarm (to pee!).
And that worked out nicely, because my alarm failed. No idea why.
Sarah's back, so Henry will be leaving today*. I'll miss the little fluffball. We had a grand time yesterday pouncing around. But I would recommend that if you have a plate of toast with sticky marmalade, do not attempt to pick up a frisky kitten with an enormous plume of a tail. Because he will beaver-slap that tail right down on your marmalade and then knock it off the plate, upside down on your dining room floor. And you will be so horrified that you'll just freeze with an open mouth in a silent scream.
Ahem.
What else, what else. I am sporting a nice little sunburn on my upper right arm which itches like mad and hurts when I scratch it.
There is a horrible stench in our hallway. It smells like water damage, so that's freaky. It's not coming from my place, but I've written the board because it really should be investigated. But I think no one wants to deal with it, because no one is responding. The only one who bothered to respond is the dude who is working in Sweden for a few weeks and he sent his girlfriend over to make sure his house hadn't exploded in his absence. (It's not his place, either.)
* Oh, oh. Sarah says I can keep Henry another two nights while she works her butt off studying. Sad for her, happy for me. I love Henry. He's so freaking adorable.
Everyone is totally wiped out and sleepy this morning. At least next weekend's a long weekend. Extra long for me because I'm taking Friday off in honor of my cousin K's visit.
I'm going to have a few friends over on Sunday and I'm trying to decide if I have the energy to make Jeff's cake request that weekend. He wants me to do a raspberry curd version of the orange cake. So that's a three day process I would have to start before Kiran gets here on Thursday night. So, we'll see. I know *exactly* how I want to decorate it, which tends to make me a little obsessive. Hee.
Okay. Must attempt work.
