Just got home from work a couple minutes ago, after eleven hours at work. I missed my evening booty call by hours. I'm going in tomorrow too. I was totally going to take it off, but... I dunno, you know how it goes. If what I was doing wasn't so lovely I wouldn't do it so much. It didn't hurt that the people whose place I was working at made us gin & tonics and sat around chatting for a bit afterwards in their super-lovely sunroom/porch.
Now baby rat stuff. Tomorrow I'm hoping to fit in some masquerade shopping before work. At some point before Friday evening I need to do the things which will transform me into a mysterious Other Person for that party-- or at least lend my life a little more variety.
The baby rats are super-fantastic. The sun is super-fantastic. My deck is super-fantastic and drinking gallons and gallons of water per day. The term super-fantastic is ridiculous, but what else are you gonna say?
I would like to make a long post but I need supper and a shower. My garden needs writing about. Happy needs writing about.
Now baby rat stuff. Tomorrow I'm hoping to fit in some masquerade shopping before work. At some point before Friday evening I need to do the things which will transform me into a mysterious Other Person for that party-- or at least lend my life a little more variety.
The baby rats are super-fantastic. The sun is super-fantastic. My deck is super-fantastic and drinking gallons and gallons of water per day. The term super-fantastic is ridiculous, but what else are you gonna say?
I would like to make a long post but I need supper and a shower. My garden needs writing about. Happy needs writing about.