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Mar. 5th, 2008 01:44 pmMonday, I was flying--I filed our taxes, sent some emails, made a few posts, cleaned the kitchen, all sorts of fancy things that needed done. Yesterday I couldn't drag my butt off the couch for anything, and now today I am crawling ten paces behind myself, which is unfortunate because from this angle, I can see that my butt is flat and broad. Evelyn was in bed by nine last night, which is just about the earliest ever, and M and I were so stupid that we stayed up late, forgot to put the sheets on the bed until the very last minute, and we did not engage in any activities that having a baby often makes wildly inconvenient, either. Well, actually, I take that back, we did. I sewed and M played Guitar Hero. Ahem. We are sad, sad, old married people.
I am cracking myself up today because I just left a completely nonsensical comment (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
carrieb and courtesy occasionally get those from me, aren't they super lucky? poor gals.) to Carrie about my teleporter plans. I hate to possibly spoil my chances of getting a patent by spilling my plans all over the internet, but you all look trustworthy so I will tell you my super-secret plans.
1. Decide to invent teleporter.
2. something something.
3. Teleport!
4. Get rich.
Look, I am really close! I have finished step one!
This morning, when I crawled back in bed after being up with Baby Dork, I had a series of really strange dreams that involved people trying to kill me, and also hanging out withms_jacket and her two kids--I am not sure why she kept occasionally calling Luke Gavin, though, as that is georgiamars's son. It looks like she would know what her own kids were named! ;) Even her husband showed up for breakfast, in which they served pepperjack cheese and imaginary food products. (If there were a dry cereal shaped like a frosted mini wheat the size of a lumberjack's hand, made of potato bran (???) that crumbled up into a delicious hash brown concoction with red and green peppers, onions and cheese, don't you think I, of all potato-loving people, would know about it?) Luckily, I do not believe the two dreams (Hanging out with Ally and people trying to kill me) were connected. I apologize for referencing dreams because don't you hate it when people think their dreams are interesting?
I am cracking myself up today because I just left a completely nonsensical comment (
carrieb and courtesy occasionally get those from me, aren't they super lucky? poor gals.) to Carrie about my teleporter plans. I hate to possibly spoil my chances of getting a patent by spilling my plans all over the internet, but you all look trustworthy so I will tell you my super-secret plans. 1. Decide to invent teleporter.
2. something something.
3. Teleport!
4. Get rich.
Look, I am really close! I have finished step one!
This morning, when I crawled back in bed after being up with Baby Dork, I had a series of really strange dreams that involved people trying to kill me, and also hanging out with
ms_jacket and her two kids--I am not sure why she kept occasionally calling Luke Gavin, though, as that is georgiamars's son. It looks like she would know what her own kids were named! ;) Even her husband showed up for breakfast, in which they served pepperjack cheese and imaginary food products. (If there were a dry cereal shaped like a frosted mini wheat the size of a lumberjack's hand, made of potato bran (???) that crumbled up into a delicious hash brown concoction with red and green peppers, onions and cheese, don't you think I, of all potato-loving people, would know about it?) Luckily, I do not believe the two dreams (Hanging out with Ally and people trying to kill me) were connected. I apologize for referencing dreams because don't you hate it when people think their dreams are interesting?
