Okay, maybe this week won't suck. Next week probably will, though.
Yeah, I don't know why I haven't figured out I'm all PMS Week. The meltdowns, the bloating, the sore bewbs, the exhaustion...
When I bought this bra last week, it fit perfectly. Now it's putting on this mock straining bit of "ooh, ohhh, can I stand the extra burden?" Shut up, bra. (Seriously, though, the front isn't laying flat between Fuji and Pikes Peak*, and it's on the last row of hook-eyes, which means it's as big as it'll go 'round, and it's still uncomfortable. The underwire isn't helping with comfort, but it does prevent flopping that would hurt right now, so par for the course.)
And to answer the question on everyone's lips: I'm not pregnant. To the best of my knowledge. Now go in the corner for potentially jinxing me, you jerks.
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Elvis' Cousin was fun. The kids actually stood up and danced. Most of them, anyway. And I got sung to. *blush*
It's always fun to take a gaggle of kids to a nursing home. The residents get a real kick out of it. And the kids are always so friendly and gentle in a way I don't see at the day care.
So yeah, good afternoon, which just pumped up my mood, because I thought since the first two days of the week blew goats...
And I got off early-ish. Yays.
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Well, I got the transcript request from SWOSU (prounounced "Swah-sue") printed off. I'm debating on whether to have it sent here or straight to NWOSU (prounounced "Nwah-sue"). I'm thinking the latter, so I don't get depressed as hell. O'course, I could just have it sent here and give it to the NWOSU office, with just the envelope unsealed (so they wouldn't get in trouble for opening somebody else's mail) and be all "Here you go, I can has college monies now?"
I'm going to take the Scarlet O'Hara route and think about it tomorrow. Because there's dinner to be eaten, a shower to be taken, and a book that I've been chipping away at until I fall asleep reading...
* - No, I don't normally name my breasts. Nothing permanent, anyway. Today, I named them after mountains known more for their beauty than their height.
When I bought this bra last week, it fit perfectly. Now it's putting on this mock straining bit of "ooh, ohhh, can I stand the extra burden?" Shut up, bra. (Seriously, though, the front isn't laying flat between Fuji and Pikes Peak*, and it's on the last row of hook-eyes, which means it's as big as it'll go 'round, and it's still uncomfortable. The underwire isn't helping with comfort, but it does prevent flopping that would hurt right now, so par for the course.)
And to answer the question on everyone's lips: I'm not pregnant. To the best of my knowledge. Now go in the corner for potentially jinxing me, you jerks.
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Elvis' Cousin was fun. The kids actually stood up and danced. Most of them, anyway. And I got sung to. *blush*
It's always fun to take a gaggle of kids to a nursing home. The residents get a real kick out of it. And the kids are always so friendly and gentle in a way I don't see at the day care.
So yeah, good afternoon, which just pumped up my mood, because I thought since the first two days of the week blew goats...
And I got off early-ish. Yays.
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Well, I got the transcript request from SWOSU (prounounced "Swah-sue") printed off. I'm debating on whether to have it sent here or straight to NWOSU (prounounced "Nwah-sue"). I'm thinking the latter, so I don't get depressed as hell. O'course, I could just have it sent here and give it to the NWOSU office, with just the envelope unsealed (so they wouldn't get in trouble for opening somebody else's mail) and be all "Here you go, I can has college monies now?"
I'm going to take the Scarlet O'Hara route and think about it tomorrow. Because there's dinner to be eaten, a shower to be taken, and a book that I've been chipping away at until I fall asleep reading...
* - No, I don't normally name my breasts. Nothing permanent, anyway. Today, I named them after mountains known more for their beauty than their height.