Just a bunch of boring random crap
All righty. Tomorrow I go back to work. I think I’m ready. I know the difference between the black arrow and the white arrow in InDesign.
I need to prepare some coffee and pack my lunch and figure out what the hell I’m going to wear. I guarantee it that tomorrow the boy will decide to start his day at 3:30 a.m. I just have this feeling.
Nothing else is happening, friends. The weather was nice and will hopefully get nicer this week, because we’re having a cookout on Thursday. Somebody I live with bought 52 steaks from the door-to-door steak man, and it wasn’t Owen.
Watched a few disaster movies this weekend [Shaun of the Dead and The Day after Yesterday or whatever that Jake Gyllenhaal (drool) vehicle was called]. Disaster movies: Not so much when you have a baby. I kept picturing our house being flooded and then overrun by zombies and had to freak out.
But then I got over it and decided to be a zombie, much in the same way young children decide to be dinosaurs or ponies. Iain withstood my Undead imitation manfully for about 45 minutes, so he gets mad-props for tolerating the hopped-up-on-goofballs wife.
We went to Home Depot today and bought ant poison and gladioli bulbs and ornamental grass seeds and a file set and a big bag of potting soil. We didn’t get the table saw OR the dremmel kit, but maybe next time.
And speaking of shopping, can I just say how happy I am that fashion has embraced the return of flats? Hip-hip hoo-fucking-ray for ballerina slippers. Fuck those stillettos, man. After having been pregnant I don’t think I can ever wear heels again.
Hmm. Well, that’s all she wrote, boys and girls. I hear public television coming from the other room, so I’ll take my leave.
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6 Responses to “Just a bunch of boring random crap”


good luck for tomorrow! i’m sure you’ll all be FINE!
Holy crap! I did a refresh and went from red to green! How springy!
Sweetney’s right, you’ll all be just fine. (Especially since you know the black arrow from the white arrow - something some people I know still aren’t sure about despite using them every day!)
Shaun of the Dead, hoorah! Actually, I kept telling all my co-workers to go see it when it first came out on DVD back in December, that one of them actually started taking swings at me with an old baseball bat … (I ran away).
Oh, right, good luck with work!
Thank you, guys.
And Shaun of the Dead was terrific. Zombie movies are infinitely better when there’s some humor and British people involved.
Come to think of it, most movies are.
I don’t think high heels should ever be in style. What agony, what waste!
The only redeeming quality to heels is that they make my stumpy chicken legs look marginally longer. I used to be willing to pay the price for elongation, but no more! Behold my Birkenstocks! Long live sensible shoes!