that you were out of it the day before...

I had my underwear on inside out, all day. Didn't notice until this morning.

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Still not fully rested but am trying to get back up to speed. Have checked in with Job #2, haven't booted Job #1 yet but am about to. Have PT in an hour.

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Katie is in major trouble. She's going to be coming with me to PT since I can't trust her enough to leave her here without me. She has a chore list a mile long, has no mp3 player, no Nintendo DS Lite, no library books. Gonna be a long two weeks.

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Thinking of lasairfhiona's son being rescued from the mountain today. Send warm and good thoughts north, if you would.

We have a radio station here that plays 60s and 70s music (although I've yet to hear Don't Give Up On Us except the very very last line in a re-run of an American Top Forty broadcast from 1976) and they love to play "Chevy Van":

'Cause like a princess she was layin' there
Moonlight dancin' off her hair
She woke up and took me by the hand
She's gonna love me in my Chevy van
And that's all right with me

Now every time we hear it, we laugh, and every time we see a Chevy van, we plot how to get inside and do the deed.

While I was gone to SHarecon, he found a Matchbox Chevy van. Purple, with a crazy yellow/silver/purple 70s paint job, two sunroofs, and the round window in the side.

God, I love him.

Situation
Normal
All
Fucked
Up.


I can never, EVER, submit an expense report at work without myself and someone else having to jump a bazillion hoops.

This time I can't get the transmittal sheet to print. My poor IT guy...he's trying....freaking J&J.

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I admit it. I got teary over the DNC. *sniffle*

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YESSSSS my expense report and my printer are MAKING SWEET SWEET LOVE.