We named the DOG Indiana!
Oh, dear. I think Bronwen's making my mum watch McLeod's Daughters. o_O
Dreams for the past few nights have included Izzy getting annoyed because we were at a party at BLG's, and then Han Solo turned up to hang out with the fangirls, which was great, but then Chewie turned up like an hour later as well and Izzy thought he was an imposter? Or something? And then last night I dreamed I licked Joan's knee, on her request, I might add. Ohhhkay. *stares at subconscious, pokes with stick in cautious fashion* Bwuh?
Hi. I still hate moving, but I think we are nearly done. Ugh. And I skived out of most of the worst of it, by virtue of being much better at packing/unpacking than I am at, you know, lifting, and then having an optometrist's appt at 3pm today. Which confirmed that yes, my eyesight is slightly worse than it was, the astigmatism in my left eye has both worsened and shifted slightly, and they finally found my file, and uh, I hadn't actually been to the optometrist for SEVEN YEARS. Oops? And I know the last time I went it wasn't even for glasses, it was just to check if I could get those "leave in all the time" contacts (they said "no") so I have had the ones I have now which I have recently started to violently, violently hate the look of for probably about eight years, if not longer, and in conclusion, I shouldn't feel TOO guilty about getting new ones. I just. You know. ow. Money. But looking less dreadful = a very good thing, so.
Also, I have to go in to work tomorrow /o\ to do one urgent test, but hopefully it won't take more than an hour all told. *crosses fingers* *is whiny and tired* Going over to family friends' place for dinner, hopefully see and speak to you guys variously later/tomorrow.
Oh! And, it seems like t his is a pretty common squee point for almost everyone I know -- is anyone interested in having a chat-viewing of Indiana Jones any time soon? Because I think that would be fabulous.
Dreams for the past few nights have included Izzy getting annoyed because we were at a party at BLG's, and then Han Solo turned up to hang out with the fangirls, which was great, but then Chewie turned up like an hour later as well and Izzy thought he was an imposter? Or something? And then last night I dreamed I licked Joan's knee, on her request, I might add. Ohhhkay. *stares at subconscious, pokes with stick in cautious fashion* Bwuh?
Hi. I still hate moving, but I think we are nearly done. Ugh. And I skived out of most of the worst of it, by virtue of being much better at packing/unpacking than I am at, you know, lifting, and then having an optometrist's appt at 3pm today. Which confirmed that yes, my eyesight is slightly worse than it was, the astigmatism in my left eye has both worsened and shifted slightly, and they finally found my file, and uh, I hadn't actually been to the optometrist for SEVEN YEARS. Oops? And I know the last time I went it wasn't even for glasses, it was just to check if I could get those "leave in all the time" contacts (they said "no") so I have had the ones I have now which I have recently started to violently, violently hate the look of for probably about eight years, if not longer, and in conclusion, I shouldn't feel TOO guilty about getting new ones. I just. You know. ow. Money. But looking less dreadful = a very good thing, so.
Also, I have to go in to work tomorrow /o\ to do one urgent test, but hopefully it won't take more than an hour all told. *crosses fingers* *is whiny and tired* Going over to family friends' place for dinner, hopefully see and speak to you guys variously later/tomorrow.
Oh! And, it seems like t his is a pretty common squee point for almost everyone I know -- is anyone interested in having a chat-viewing of Indiana Jones any time soon? Because I think that would be fabulous.