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2006-08-27 - 9:08 p.m.
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I really must be PMS-ing. For no real reason, about 6:50 tonight, I went from relatively-happy Llanna to stessed-out-and-ready-to-snarl-at'cha Llanna. What gives? Also, Bruce totally PUKED all on my shirt and lap today at the in-laws'. Good thing I had most of the laundry done. I grabbed a clean shirt, underthings, bra, and a pair of Michael's shorts. Took a quick soap-up-and-rinse shower and got dressed. Good as new. Since Bruce and Zoë have gotten the hang of "whoa, there's another little person ... Cool!"-concept, life has gone to feeling like we're living with a couple of puppies. They race after each other, tackle and wrestle and roll ... If only they barked, went potty in the yard, and LEFT MY FRIGGIN' keyboard ALONE!!!! (Told you I was menstrual.) I found out today that my old VT supervisor from our old ward (pre-ward boundaries change) is the grandma of one of the girls in our Sunday School class. Pretty nice. Last night, Michael and I caught an episode of "My Family," a BBC show that our local PBS channel carries. Good stuff! We like it up there with the Brit-comedy "My Hero." Both have witty remarks and all ... and ... I've completely forgotten what I was typing about. Crap. But, really ... why am I such a witch so suddenly?? This is utter crap. And why, if I'm all PMS-y, is my body not being all bleeding?? Who knows. It's just crazy stuff. And, how do I break it to my family that we're not coming down to visit this weekend? Michael and I need some more down-time. Our weekends aren't restful anyways ... and I, as much as I do love my family, can't imagine racing around to visit everyone. *sigh* Geez, I'm such a whiner. Sorry. I'll try to suck it up.
![]() In fond farewell ... but grudgingly - 2006-09-05
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