STRESS!

• I called Mom this morning to find out that she’s in the process of buying their tickets to Sydney. She, Joe, and my little brother Joey get here on Good Friday. That’s a week from this Friday! We have to clean the whole house, do the laundry, get groceries, work out where everybody’s sleeping, plan activities, ACK! (But I’m excited. This is the first time anyone from my immediate family’s visited me Down Under.)
• Dr. Amy Jones has developed a bald patch under her right arm. I’m a little freaked out about it. She could have ringworm; she could just be stressed; she could just be stupid and overgrooming. Or maybe Nurgul put a curse on her. At any rate, she’s got an appointment at the V-E-T for Sunday.
• I’ve had a crappy couple of weeks now, diet-wise. I do all right through the week but lately I’ve been falling apart on the weekends. Plus the weather has just started to feel like Fall, and with the end of Daylight Savings I’m finding it (as expected) reeeeally difficult to exercise after work. I don’t expect to have a loss tonight.

And yet I’m strangely optimistic about everything. I think it’s because it’s so sunny outside. Is there anything prettier than a bright Fall morning?

The Final Countdown. I’m almost disappointed I’m missing Indiana’s historic Daylight-Savings switch. I wonder if the old people are freaking out? I can just imagine them lining up at the IGA right now for jugs of water and batteries. (I worked at a podunk grocery store for four years. Every time anything remotely problematic was predicted, old people would turn up to stockpile like it was World War III.) Ooh, I hope Moire posts some sort of recap!

Behold the Abominable Baby! Step back lest it bite off your face!

People knit some crazy shit for their babies, yo. I was just looking at patterns to make for the Impending Carbo (my sister’s sprog-to-be) when that image jumped out at me. Now you can have nightmares too!

How much do you know about Apple? I am very disappointed that I only got 7 out of 10 correct.

Happy anniversary to the cute boy from my office who I’d been crushing on for weeks and who kissed me on the dance floor at the dodgiest club in London… and who six years later kisses me when I wake up in the morning and I’m cross and my hair’s all crazy and I have kitten-breath. I never thought I’d find someone who’d accept all my faults, play along with all my hare-brained schemes, and inspire me so much to become a better person. Thank you, Snookums.