no internets for moi?
Tim is feeling much better which makes me happy, and although I love getting to pamper him I'm much happier with him in a not-in-pain state. :P Oh, and tonight is his last night shift. *joy* omg we'll see each other on a regular basis holy crap wtf is this possible?! <3
For some reason I've got muppets on the brain, so I feel like talking like Miss Piggy and saying "moi" about anything. I've also beem randomly edgy all day, and simple things are rubbing me the wrong way. Change in the weather, I guess. Rarrrgh! I want to roar and charge things, yet at the same time I want to roll down a sunny hill into a field of flowers and butterflies. how girly can you get?
I had the weirdest dream a couple of nights ago. It was a kid's dream, like, the kind kids talk about in movies and books, but rarely do you actually hear kids talking about having them. I went through the mirror (not so much like Alice as the slipping through kind like in mirrormask) to another world, where I was totally MarySue and rode the flying dragons against the enemy and saved the country. The happy country with talking fish. They breathe air too. Swear.
Tim was there and we hit it off instantly and fell in love (of course) and for some reason he was working at a hotdog joint, but they weren't called hotdogs. When I tried to explain that we call them hotdogs here, he and his manager spent half an hour arguing with me about how they aren't actually dogs and were horrified by the name. Then I called a dachshund a wiener dog (they were horrified of this world) and I drew a picture of the wiener mobile. Then to top it off I sang the "Oh I wish I was..." song. Even dream-Tim hung his head and shook it at me for that. :P
Right now I'm sort of half-working, since the kids are sleeping and I know I'm going to be here late so the damn dishes can wait. I want to login to msn, but it won't let me. I can check the mail account, just can't IM. bastages.
and btw? I don't care how much powdered milk is in the mix. Hot chocolate made with water SUCKS.
also
If you got a text message yesterday about seeing a pizza guy on a unicycle, that was me. :P Add me to your address book!
For some reason I've got muppets on the brain, so I feel like talking like Miss Piggy and saying "moi" about anything. I've also beem randomly edgy all day, and simple things are rubbing me the wrong way. Change in the weather, I guess. Rarrrgh! I want to roar and charge things, yet at the same time I want to roll down a sunny hill into a field of flowers and butterflies. how girly can you get?
I had the weirdest dream a couple of nights ago. It was a kid's dream, like, the kind kids talk about in movies and books, but rarely do you actually hear kids talking about having them. I went through the mirror (not so much like Alice as the slipping through kind like in mirrormask) to another world, where I was totally MarySue and rode the flying dragons against the enemy and saved the country. The happy country with talking fish. They breathe air too. Swear.
Tim was there and we hit it off instantly and fell in love (of course) and for some reason he was working at a hotdog joint, but they weren't called hotdogs. When I tried to explain that we call them hotdogs here, he and his manager spent half an hour arguing with me about how they aren't actually dogs and were horrified by the name. Then I called a dachshund a wiener dog (they were horrified of this world) and I drew a picture of the wiener mobile. Then to top it off I sang the "Oh I wish I was..." song. Even dream-Tim hung his head and shook it at me for that. :P
Right now I'm sort of half-working, since the kids are sleeping and I know I'm going to be here late so the damn dishes can wait. I want to login to msn, but it won't let me. I can check the mail account, just can't IM. bastages.
and btw? I don't care how much powdered milk is in the mix. Hot chocolate made with water SUCKS.
also
If you got a text message yesterday about seeing a pizza guy on a unicycle, that was me. :P Add me to your address book!