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Okay, that's not entirely true. I had a bunch of browser windows open and went to look up a word with my LJ window on top so, of course, everything I typed was gone when I finally found my way back. The little voice that I often ignore (but is usually right) told me to "CTRL + C" so I'd have the text if anything happened. Stupid, smug little voice. :oP
I've noticed people doing "cuts" and I'm going to try to do that, here, because what I have to say is long-winded (and very well may be completely uninteresting to those who don't want to hear about the mundanities of my day).
I was up before six this morning. I didn't mean to be up before six this morning. Six is a completely obscene hour of the day and should be avoided at all cost. I hate six in the morning. I set the alarm last night thinking it would go off at 7:30am but, obviously, that wasn't the case. Now, I should probably explain that the clock on my nightstand is set nearly an hour fast. I do this so I'll be confused when it goes off and will have to wake up enough to calculate the time. Over time, I've come to realize I can hit the snooze about three times before I need to think "okay, the alarm says 7:10 a.m. so that means it's really.." This morning, when the alarm went off MrBug started rubbing my back and talking to me and I couldn't go back to sleep. Thank God he had a business breakfast and I was able to drift back off for another hour after he left. :)
I got up a little before eight, had some coffee and waited for the caffeine to work its magic (it makes my fangs and claws retract for approximately twelve hours. Then, I have after-dinner coffee and no one gets hurt!).
Mowed the lawn at 9am - a time which you'd think wouldn't be quite so hellish as it's still early but it was already stinking hot and I was sweating like a dock worker about five minutes in.
Buddy, in his old age, has taken to amusing himself by setting up 'land mines' in the yard. I go around and shovel before I mow because, as everyone knows, projectile poop can put an eye out. Yet, every single time I miss at least two. Today's were craftily hidden in clumps of high grass like Easter eggs - surprise! At least they were dry and I was saved having to shimmy the tires against the grass to clean up the smear. (Aren't you glad you've read this far?)
After a shower and answering some e-mails concerning the Bookcrossing postcards, I headed north to pick up my framed cross-stitch at The Strawberry Sampler. While I was up there, I stopped in another shop and picked up two skeins of ladder yarn to finish off the mini-shawl I knitted for my niece's birthday.
I'll mail it, soon, even though her birthday isn't until mid-July because mail takes forever getting to Australia. I have another niece, in California, whose birthday is also in mid-July. She's getting a summer-weight scarf that I'll be starting, soon.
MrBug's partner came over, after work, and we went over the electrical needs in the addition. Steve gave me the URL for a really cool lighting web site and encouraged me to spend over a thousand dollars in light fixtures. He said it's only fair as MrBug ended up selling Steve's wife on multiple body sprays in the shower of their new home. After choosing a gorgeous cut-crystal chandelier for the powder room....nah, just kidding! The two of them ran to The Home Depot and bought the rough electrical material (to be installed on Saturday) while I went and picked Savagefuzzball up from a friend's house (where she had spent the night). When I got back, MrBug and I argued over whose room the new addition was. I won the argument.
I think that's it. I'm off to have a slushie and read a bit. If you read all of that you deserve a slushie, too. Hurry up over before it melts!
I've noticed people doing "cuts" and I'm going to try to do that, here, because what I have to say is long-winded (and very well may be completely uninteresting to those who don't want to hear about the mundanities of my day).
I was up before six this morning. I didn't mean to be up before six this morning. Six is a completely obscene hour of the day and should be avoided at all cost. I hate six in the morning. I set the alarm last night thinking it would go off at 7:30am but, obviously, that wasn't the case. Now, I should probably explain that the clock on my nightstand is set nearly an hour fast. I do this so I'll be confused when it goes off and will have to wake up enough to calculate the time. Over time, I've come to realize I can hit the snooze about three times before I need to think "okay, the alarm says 7:10 a.m. so that means it's really.." This morning, when the alarm went off MrBug started rubbing my back and talking to me and I couldn't go back to sleep. Thank God he had a business breakfast and I was able to drift back off for another hour after he left. :)
I got up a little before eight, had some coffee and waited for the caffeine to work its magic (it makes my fangs and claws retract for approximately twelve hours. Then, I have after-dinner coffee and no one gets hurt!).
Mowed the lawn at 9am - a time which you'd think wouldn't be quite so hellish as it's still early but it was already stinking hot and I was sweating like a dock worker about five minutes in.
Buddy, in his old age, has taken to amusing himself by setting up 'land mines' in the yard. I go around and shovel before I mow because, as everyone knows, projectile poop can put an eye out. Yet, every single time I miss at least two. Today's were craftily hidden in clumps of high grass like Easter eggs - surprise! At least they were dry and I was saved having to shimmy the tires against the grass to clean up the smear. (Aren't you glad you've read this far?)
After a shower and answering some e-mails concerning the Bookcrossing postcards, I headed north to pick up my framed cross-stitch at The Strawberry Sampler. While I was up there, I stopped in another shop and picked up two skeins of ladder yarn to finish off the mini-shawl I knitted for my niece's birthday.
I'll mail it, soon, even though her birthday isn't until mid-July because mail takes forever getting to Australia. I have another niece, in California, whose birthday is also in mid-July. She's getting a summer-weight scarf that I'll be starting, soon.
MrBug's partner came over, after work, and we went over the electrical needs in the addition. Steve gave me the URL for a really cool lighting web site and encouraged me to spend over a thousand dollars in light fixtures. He said it's only fair as MrBug ended up selling Steve's wife on multiple body sprays in the shower of their new home. After choosing a gorgeous cut-crystal chandelier for the powder room....nah, just kidding! The two of them ran to The Home Depot and bought the rough electrical material (to be installed on Saturday) while I went and picked Savagefuzzball up from a friend's house (where she had spent the night). When I got back, MrBug and I argued over whose room the new addition was. I won the argument.
I think that's it. I'm off to have a slushie and read a bit. If you read all of that you deserve a slushie, too. Hurry up over before it melts!
I have half a brain if you ever want to borrow it...
[sigh]
Oh well. Thanks! :)