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I’d emailed my estranged aunt with her opinion on my grandparents upcoming (just about 4 months) golden anniversary. As I’d said to her also, none of us are in the position to “call the caterer” to set up the whole thing like I’d love to but we could give them a nice party if we start now.
Two weeks later I’ve heard nothing. We’ll back in forth occasionally now relating to family matters only so it’s not like she’s suffering shock over getting an email from me. I’m *trying*. I don’t know if that means she’s interested in helping but whatever the case, I guess I should just start brainstorming without her. I so wish they’d got married in a warm month, an outdoor shindig is their style. I can just see some hung lights and party outside. *gazing wistfully*
Unfortunately snow angels doesn’t fit into said vision.
I also just realized, I’ll probably be able to have my tax refund that same week so if I spend a little more than intended, as I normally do, I won’t croak! Maybe I shouldn’t complain about when their anniversary falls. 
To be continued.
“Is Chuck Bass capable of love? If tonight has taught us anything, it’s that Chuck has never experienced love. He probably can’t get too close to women because it makes him feel guilty, and he probably has absolutely no concept of what responsibilities would go into having a loving relationship – all he knows is how to be cold and manipulative like his father is.” – Blue Bonnet, the TwoP wise sage
Wow so much to chew over (hey I’m at work, I’ve got the time). I love it. Chuck continues to be my favorite character to come out of Gossip Girl, a real surprise to me.
Dan: I’ve come to the conclusion that I need to get out of my comfort zone. To experience some new things.
Chuck: Are you gay?
*I* was hoping for a boy makeout session in the back of the limo – hey, it’s Chuck.
As for this Serena/Blair mess: Bleh. I don’t care if Blair’s a control freak with a multitude of issues, Serena bores me. I’m sure Blair will be back to cleaning up her puke and relational messes in no time.
Look closely and you can *still* see the drawing on the wall lol 3 coats later and it's finally gone.
Seaside to be exact. We painted and painted, made only a minimal mess. We’re three fourths of the way done with the beast that is Braiden’s room which is very bright and turquoise in person.
“Remember we don’t want to paint on the wood!” pretty much ensures that he would, but luckily it’s not real wood and the semigloss is easy to clean off. He had fun and I nearly had a panic attack a couple times but we made it. It was to be expected, I can’t handle coloring eggs with children.
Coop supervising our efforts, it's really his room too.
Now comes the task of the fourth wall. I suggested stripes and he’d like any pattern I can put on it including zigzags.
He is so excited.
I woke up dizzy and spinning. Okay if I lay flat and still, unfortunatetly I have to turn my head sometimes. I told myself I needed to get up and come in to work. Today was a payweek after all.
An hour later I’ve realized it’s not, we got paid on Friday. Sure I have things to do but I could’ve been late or missed a day. I know I’m running slow when I *forget* payday’s come and gone. I’m beat, working on working isn’t treating me well. I need some rest.
Two lifeless bodies on the floor, one missing, one taking cover in the overturned cage. The crickets had met their maker sometime between 3 and 8 am when I finally got some shuteye. Probably closer to morning when a cat, er, Mia discovered they’d been left defenseless by morning light.
Braiden was angry and apathetic to care for the lone survivor. But this was a possibility when leaving the cage out on the coffee table and not in the safety of the bathroom sink. I kept my self from uttering those awful words “I told you so”…though between you and me, they’d been uttered many a time before.
I’m hoping I find the missing one before she finds me or my bed or shoes or shower…
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