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Company comes tomorrow and my house is a mess. I haven't cleaned the guest room. The living room is full of my sewing. The dining room is full of odds and ends - serving more as a catchall than a DINING Room.
And to top it off, Courtney asked me to work tomorrow. I told her I was free until ~1:30, because I'm picking Tiara up from the airport.
My houuuusssse is sooo messy! (Not really... I just wish I'd done more. Like shampoo the carpets, remodeled and been richer. Haha)
I'm so tired.
I got drunk at Rosh Hashana dinner last night. With Courtney and Hobey. On $150/bottle wine. I probably drank a bottle on my own. Classssyyyy.
I want more kugel. I wanted to bake challah but didn't have the time and couldn't find a recipe I could commit to. Just regular challah! They vary so much - one recipe called for 4 cups of flour and 2 eggs, and another asked for 7 1/2 c. And 1 egg. Its bread! Kinda standard!!! It should be anyway.
I'm sitting at work for another... I don't know how long.... listening to jazz and willow say things like "doctor seuss, man! My name isn't willow! Its mcduff. Take this...its just curly medicine" I caught her making a naughty gesture today and almost peed my pants.
I need another haircut. Maybe not "need" I'm never happy with my hair for more than two weeks. Taylor needs one too... worse than me. He looks like a damn hobo.
I am typing away on my effing sidekick and my hand is cramping up. Sam is singing to the jazz that has no lyrical content. He's mostly mimicking the trumpet and bongo-ing on the chair.
When is this day over? I was supposed to be off 40 minutes ago. Am I being punished because I left work for an hour and a half to go shower before the dinner party? I put on a dress! Yes!! Me!! I own one of those! Shocking, I know.
I want to get a better sewing machine. A: I broke two this week. 2: I want to sew more on the regular. And I've found the clothes I like best are the ones I've altered or made for myself. My fat ass gets suuuuper discouraged when I go shopping and can't find something in a size I need or the size I thought I'd need was not my size... any number of issues. Plus, there's the hotness of getting naked in front of a floor-length mirror under flourescent lights. Always flattering.
I'm gonna get a better machine. Yup.
And to top it off, Courtney asked me to work tomorrow. I told her I was free until ~1:30, because I'm picking Tiara up from the airport.
My houuuusssse is sooo messy! (Not really... I just wish I'd done more. Like shampoo the carpets, remodeled and been richer. Haha)
I'm so tired.
I got drunk at Rosh Hashana dinner last night. With Courtney and Hobey. On $150/bottle wine. I probably drank a bottle on my own. Classssyyyy.
I want more kugel. I wanted to bake challah but didn't have the time and couldn't find a recipe I could commit to. Just regular challah! They vary so much - one recipe called for 4 cups of flour and 2 eggs, and another asked for 7 1/2 c. And 1 egg. Its bread! Kinda standard!!! It should be anyway.
I'm sitting at work for another... I don't know how long.... listening to jazz and willow say things like "doctor seuss, man! My name isn't willow! Its mcduff. Take this...its just curly medicine" I caught her making a naughty gesture today and almost peed my pants.
I need another haircut. Maybe not "need" I'm never happy with my hair for more than two weeks. Taylor needs one too... worse than me. He looks like a damn hobo.
I am typing away on my effing sidekick and my hand is cramping up. Sam is singing to the jazz that has no lyrical content. He's mostly mimicking the trumpet and bongo-ing on the chair.
When is this day over? I was supposed to be off 40 minutes ago. Am I being punished because I left work for an hour and a half to go shower before the dinner party? I put on a dress! Yes!! Me!! I own one of those! Shocking, I know.
I want to get a better sewing machine. A: I broke two this week. 2: I want to sew more on the regular. And I've found the clothes I like best are the ones I've altered or made for myself. My fat ass gets suuuuper discouraged when I go shopping and can't find something in a size I need or the size I thought I'd need was not my size... any number of issues. Plus, there's the hotness of getting naked in front of a floor-length mirror under flourescent lights. Always flattering.
I'm gonna get a better machine. Yup.