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I have won the laundry marathon today. Yay me! Well. I guess. It needed done, anyway, and I got a very much lot of it done so that must be good. Now I'm just sitting around trying not to remember that I have four days of getting up early left to go. I hate getting up early. It's completely ridiculous that I have become that person who goes in early so she doesn't have to stay late. Apparently I hate that more--who knew? The only bad thing about having Mondays off instead of Fridays is that I have already taken the reward for which I am making up time for. It's harder to motivate.
My niece's tenth birthday is this week. Where has the time gone? No, seriously. Where does it go? Essay: please explain how time works. Give examples; relate to pesto for bonus points. You know, I have never had pesto, and I haven't the faintest idea why pesto was the first thing that popped into my head. I don't think I would like it, honestly, but I get a little green with envy (HA!) when I see them make it on FoodTV because I'd kinda like to know what it tastes like. Actually, I don't get at all jealous because I am aware that I could try it at any time I took a notion to, but I just wanted to say "green with envy" in this paragraph because it is a horrible, horrible pun and it is that kind of day.
Amazon is waiting patiently for us to spend 25 free dollars at its fine establishment. The excitement and anticipation is nearly overwhelming, although M and I are arguing over whose turn it is to spend the bonus money. I suspect we'll compromise and split it. I think it was Christmas that threw us--we spent the last one on presents instead of our own greedy selves.
My lip is broken. It hurts. I don't know what happened to it.
Boy is watching a TV show in Norwegian. We do not live on the same continent as Norway, and Boy is not Norwegian, and in fact, Boy is known for making snide remarks, mostly in jest, about Norwegians on a regular basis. I live in a painfully weird household. Painfully weird.
My niece's tenth birthday is this week. Where has the time gone? No, seriously. Where does it go? Essay: please explain how time works. Give examples; relate to pesto for bonus points. You know, I have never had pesto, and I haven't the faintest idea why pesto was the first thing that popped into my head. I don't think I would like it, honestly, but I get a little green with envy (HA!) when I see them make it on FoodTV because I'd kinda like to know what it tastes like. Actually, I don't get at all jealous because I am aware that I could try it at any time I took a notion to, but I just wanted to say "green with envy" in this paragraph because it is a horrible, horrible pun and it is that kind of day.
Amazon is waiting patiently for us to spend 25 free dollars at its fine establishment. The excitement and anticipation is nearly overwhelming, although M and I are arguing over whose turn it is to spend the bonus money. I suspect we'll compromise and split it. I think it was Christmas that threw us--we spent the last one on presents instead of our own greedy selves.
My lip is broken. It hurts. I don't know what happened to it.
Boy is watching a TV show in Norwegian. We do not live on the same continent as Norway, and Boy is not Norwegian, and in fact, Boy is known for making snide remarks, mostly in jest, about Norwegians on a regular basis. I live in a painfully weird household. Painfully weird.
