So, this week is the last week of my holidays. I've done jacksquat, which was basically my plan all along, but now I have that inevitable panicky last-week-of-leave-what-am-I-DOOOOOOOOOING sensation stabbing me in the pancreas ( Read more... )

The boy with hackles
lies curled in standard issue -
rests like a promise.

Snagged from afraidofplaydoh, who apparently needs to be nicer to a Dragons...

In 2009, ( Read more... )

 
Oh, my God, people.  Make me clean.

I do this EVERY time.  I have an inspection tomorrow.  I was supposed to clean my house today.  So what have I been doing all day instead?

NOT CLEANING.

And now it’s like, 9:23pm.  And here is the list of things I still have to do before 9am tomorrow morning.  That’s less than twelve hours away, for you ( Read more... )

T minus 20 hours and counting…

Things I have done this morning:

• Betrayed my dogs and cat by imprisoning them in the care of complete strangers, who will likely NOT do the belly scratching thing for Neffi or the under the chin thing for Giles, or the upside down carpet face thing for Pippy. At all.  Or if they do, they’ll do it WRONG.

• Confirmed my ( Read more... )