For many years, I attributed it to my clock radio. But since I moved, we've been using a regular alarm.
This morning's song: Don't Let's Start by They Might be Giants.
Z had a girl over yesterday afternoon. She's really sweet. "Just friends," he says. I had to make a run to the stupormarket to pick up a few things... but didn't want to leave them, um, alone. P phoned me and told me to just go, though, so I did.
I started freaking out as soon as I pulled away from the house. What were they doing? Where were the adults? Don't deflower my sweet young innocent baby! Just... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Jesus Louise. Get a freakin' grip, ldy! :P
When the HELL did I develop these bizarre maternal instincts?! And why does "being alone with a girl" provoke the same visceral reaction as "jumping a skateboard across the Grand Canyon?"
I made meatballs for the first time last night. Note to self: YOUR OVEN IS THE APPROXIMATE TEMPERATURE OF HADES, REGARDLESS OF THE SETTING. PLEASE ADJUST COOKING TIMES ACCORDINGLY ALREADY.
Other than the overcooking part, oh, and the not-having-any-breadcrumbs-and-having-to-u
This is the recipe I sorta-kinda used.
Max and I used to cuddle together every night. Since Gracie moved in, however, she's taken over, and Max has been sleeping downstairs.
Last night, he slept with me again. He even got up, went downstairs for breakfast, and came back to snuggle for awhile.
I missed my Maxman so much :)
Don't, don't, don't let's start; this is the worst part... MAKE IT STOP, FOR G-D'S SAKE, MAKE IT STOP
All my CDs are still packed away. I may just have to download it (it's not like I don't actually own it already).
Done! Love that cable modem :)
Hee. Max just jumped on my lap! He's been so much more... youthful since we moved. I'm really happy that he's so pleased.
However, there is this teensy weensy issue with not being able to work very well with a cat on my lap.
Part of the perils of telecommuting, I suppose!
Maxman is just kissing and kissing and kissing me. Hee! He's such a Good Boy :)
What have I been reading lately? Let's see...
Last book: Salt is Leaving.
Jeez. This. Book. Took. Forever. And. It. Wasn't. Very. Good. But. I. Felt. Compelled. To. Finish. It. Because. I. Hate. Not. Finishing. Books. But. Dammit. I'll. Reconsider. My. Position. Next. Time.
Actually, it wasn't so horrible, really, though I did find sections frustratingly awkwardly-written (yeah, like that). I'll say this much for it: The characters will stick with me for a good long while, and I'll probably remember it for a longer time than some of the better books I've read.
Current book: MacCarthy's Bar
This book is so incredibly awesome, that I've barely begun it, and I'm already suspecting that it will be too short and I'll have to find his next one for another fix.
How, exactly, does one type with a cat on one hand?
I know that a lot of people on LJ type one-handedly... but I don't think it's due to a fat pussy.
Don't don't don't let's start-- this is the worst part... To believe for all the world that you're my precious little girl... But don't don't don't let's start-- I've got a weak heart and I don't get around how you get around...