Time to get back on the horse
Fuckoffery is at an end. It's time for me to get my ass back in gear. I've spent way too much time clothes shopping and outfit organizing (ever played with polyvore.com-so awesome) and boot falling in love with.
And reading fic - I've been on a rampant Harry/Ron kick instigated by a reviewer who was unhappy that I was making Ron into a bad guy. Ron ix awesomesauce.
I haven't bought Mr. Ilke's birthday presents yet (it was two week ago) because I am a bad bad (distracted) wife. But he is getting something awesome and very expensive so he'll forgive me.
And he and I both have to work over the weekend which is so unhappy.
And there is a long list of other things I've neglected that I will spare you. And now it's fucking thanksgiving and I am SO uninspired. I still havent really recovered from our October guests, tbh. My mom and her nevertakeshisfaceawayfromtvandisatoolanyway husband are coming down and I'm finding it hard to pleasant to her (because she pissed me off - seriously, she could just be fucking gracious just once!). And mr ilke is working all the time which most people are used to, but I'm finding it hard to transition (where my house husband be at?) and I have prep everything by myself. We love to cook together and Miss him! Buy now I'm going to go pick up our damn turkey and maybe put on a movie while I start the brine and whip crack our food processor. Slave driver!
Maybe I need new .... Napkin rings. Or something.
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