It's a long day.
It's a long day.
tired of taking care of yourself EVERY DAY?! try: - wasting away - hitting the skids - going to seed
try:
Scheduling problems have been handled, Gran is still here in the mortal realm.
The orange meatwad cat is causing chaos in the house, and the remaining grandparent is shuffling off her mortal coil and creating scheduling problems.
Happy Wednesday.
TGIF. Booting night. Time to inhale some goodness and enjoy what's left of it.
Seriously, man.
You are damned near half a century old. These are not your first pets you've owned. You know they're mobile.
Just. Look. Down.
I've run the numbers, and a full 79% of my husband's cat-related meltdowns could be eliminated if he just looked at the fucking floor now and then instead of assuming his path is clear.
Since I've promised to do nothing but hydrate today, I'm getting another day on the couch with games.
Got hit w/ my mystery plague yesterday, spent the entire day aimlessly moving between the bed, bathroom, and the couch. I took a record 5 showers trying to get my body to get its shit together. Are we freezing and shivering? Are we drenched in sweat? I don't care, just make a fucking decision.
Spending the day in jammies and a cozy robe, playing video games (Saints Row 3 for me, Red Dead Redemption for him) and smoking.
While it's not *too* much faster - uploads capped at ridiculously small-town speed - streams are definitely a lot smoother. It'll do.
I bought an adapter and we ran some cable to set up the bedroom so I can properly stream. A file that normally would have taken me about 20 minutes to upload was done in about 5, so I guess I'll be making fewer jokes about my streams being scrambled Cinemax.
Baths are skin soup.
Thankfully I was only doing a smokey look otherwise I'd be pissed
96% certain I just rinsed an eyeshadow brush in my coffee, picked up more shadow like normal, then used it on my next eye.
A pair of gray moccasins with gray fur trim
Warm.
Nicely high and doing our own personal MST3K with John Denver and the Muppets
A tiny pie
"What is your problem with Prince Phillip, hmm? WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM WITH PRICE PHILLIP?!"
- husband in the living room, chastising a cat
Yep! I never watched it either, but he loved it as a kid.
Husband: No one talks about "Manimal" anymore, and that's a shame.
Let's just do some breathing exercises with AAAAAAA
#dragon
Husband's coworker (age: early 20's):
[listening to the "Ghostbusters" song] Hey, when this song came out, did "Bustin' makes me feel good" mean the same thing it does now?"
I really, really, REALLY want to shoot a flaming arrow at something.
Not because I want to burn something, I just want to shoot a flaming arrow.
Me: have you ever noticed how much easier it is to stand on 1 foot when you sneeze than it is to stay on both feet?
Him: *deep sigh*
Feh, it's another gray day out there.
Poutine consumed ๐๐ง
Made a batch of brownies with about 3 years worth of kief today (God knows how that's gonna work out, but if it's like the mac & cheese I made that time, we'll be immobile), we're gonna make a big batch of poutine for dinner, and we're gonna be sports entertained tonight in the best way possible.
Who knew a bad wig would look so much better when I'm in clown form?