I am in dire need of a hair cut. My shortest layer is almost touching my shoulders. If I comb my hair straight, it probably is touching my shoulders by now. And the longest is far beyond my shoulders. This is the longest my hair has been in several years. It is driving me absolutely batty. I just can’t seem to get my ass out the door to get it cut. There is a Fantastic…
I have about five posts sitting in drafts right now. They are all unposted because they are all completely incoherent. I’ve been trying to write here, to no avail. So this is what I come up with. Crap. Right then. My writing, however, is actually going okay. So at least I’ve got that going for me. Which is nice. —
Bob is on vacation this week. I am getting spoiled all over again. After three years you’d think we’d be dying for some time apart. No. Not so much. The more time I spend with him, the more time I want to spend with him. After ten days joined at the hip (get your minds out of the gutter you dirty little pigs) when he goes back to work on Monday I will be lonely…
It’s supposed to snow for Christmas Eve. It might already be snowing. It probably is, judging by the weather radar map, but I haven’t looked outside. I desperately don’t want it to snow. We’re going to my sister’s house and I do not want to travel in the snow. Traveling in the snow is stressful enough. But I’m having flashbacks to last year on Christmas Eve. When it was snowing. Traffic was bad. And some…
It’s December 22nd (technically it’s the 23rd because it’s after midnight now, but for the sake of argument and the fact that I haven’t gone to bed yet, we’ll say it’s the 22nd and run with it). I was supposed to have my wedding thank you notes done to send out with my Christmas cards. I haven’t done either. I’m playing the ADHD card and sending them all out late. I haven’t even put up…
Mmmm…mashed potatoes… No. Wait. That wasn’t what that was supposed to be a reference to. Sidetracked. Anyway. It’s no secret that my latest fixation has been Red vs Blue and the crew at Rooster Teeth. (And not just Caboose Joel.) I could probably write an entire post flailing about that. But this is not that post. On a number of occasions recently (or not so recently, my timing is impeccable these days), a handful of…
