Pancakes for supper
I think I have Andy blackmailed guilt tripped convinced to make pancakes for supper.
Which is good, because I'm craving sweet carbs.
*adds "work out like the bastard child of Susan Powter and Billy Blanks" on her to-do list for Wednesday*
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In other semi-related news, he's thinking he can't get off work to see me graduate from college, and is being really "oh well" about it. Something about ceremony. Yeah, a ceremony that I'm currently working my ass off to earn the right to attend and participate in.
There's a fight brewing about that somehow, I'm pretty damn sure of it.
Oh well - I'll let it go tonight for the sake of pancakes.
That and I'm tired and not in fightin' shape.
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I need a vacation. But the circumstances circumvent the need.
Maybe I'll get out of the house on Wednesday, after all. The weather is supposed to be nice - short sleeve nice. Even going out to run errands will be pleasant if I roll the windows down and find good songs on the radio.
But first, a full tummy and sleep.
Which is good, because I'm craving sweet carbs.
*adds "work out like the bastard child of Susan Powter and Billy Blanks" on her to-do list for Wednesday*
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In other semi-related news, he's thinking he can't get off work to see me graduate from college, and is being really "oh well" about it. Something about ceremony. Yeah, a ceremony that I'm currently working my ass off to earn the right to attend and participate in.
There's a fight brewing about that somehow, I'm pretty damn sure of it.
Oh well - I'll let it go tonight for the sake of pancakes.
That and I'm tired and not in fightin' shape.
__________________________
I need a vacation. But the circumstances circumvent the need.
Maybe I'll get out of the house on Wednesday, after all. The weather is supposed to be nice - short sleeve nice. Even going out to run errands will be pleasant if I roll the windows down and find good songs on the radio.
But first, a full tummy and sleep.