I’ve almost run through my hoard of Burt’s Bees Lip Shimmer in nutmeg and I DON’T HAVE A REPLACEMENT!!!! What am I going to do? I need a lip balm/color that soothes and looks good. Curse you Burt’s for discontinuing every shade I have ever loved! CURSE YOU!!!
Funny. I read that as “Husker Du duplicity photo.” But it said publicity. Weird.
I know I’ve said this before, but – yes, there actually are stupid questions. Spectacularly stupid questions.
!!! I love them !!!
It’s the answer I expected, but not the answer I wanted.
I love oranges. They are my favorite.
Really, that was the worst drive to work yet this winter. It is nasty out there. I wasn’t going to get a chai today, but I might actually really deserve one.
The constant sniffing. Ugh.
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“There’s a month for everything!” There’s not a month for Jen. There should be a Jen month.
Boy this arm knitting thing is really becoming quite the rage. I might have to try it.
I’m getting rapidly annoyed with the whole “Really??” thing. I’m going to have to nip my occasional use of it at this point.
Gah. Is it any wonder that I just want to hibernate?
Starting to look a bit like this around here at this point …
4000 ISO. Damn.
You can be pissed at the groundhog, but people. There are ALWAYS six more weeks of winter. Sometimes more, if you live in the Mitten.
It’s nice when you find an orange that’s actually large enough to be filling.
Well I’m sorry, but Michigan winter is just not the place for a Prius.
I feel like you should understand that there is a difference between a coffin and a casket.
I guess I didn’t know that Garbage was still around.
Ugh! No! Just. Ugh! UGH!
I wish my desk wasn’t so messy.
I wish I had a door.
I need some new photos for my cube walls.
Dozens of babies.
“This is private prophecy.”
I always want to add an “e” to the word “lab.”
The other night, I was trying to get out of bed to pee. It was 1:30 or 2 in the morning. I don’t know. But I couldn’t get up. All I could think of was this episode of Charlie and Lola where Lola gets this book called Beetles, Bugs, and Butterflies at the library and she’s giggling and giggling about this beetle stuck on its back with its little legs all wiggling in the air, unable to flip over, “Look at its little legs, Charlie!” “That’s me,” I thought. “That’s me.” sigh.
That tiny flying monkey got all blurry for a second, like his wings were buzzing away.
Skeeved, I tell you. Skeeved.
I think it might be time to admit that it might be time to plow the driveway on the Compound.
I just don’t think it’s possible.
Enough talk about bees. I’m going to do it. I’ll make all kinds of fancy things out of honey and sell them. Also the honey.
I shall now eat this tiny cookie.
I keep getting that stuck in my head. Just the one line. I have no idea why. But it’s driving me batty.
I could really use a nap. At least the day is almost over.
I think I spend half my work day sending emails to people telling them to stop doing stupid crap. It’s tiresome.
Well. That is one seriously de-cluttered cube.
Man. I haven’t felt this way in a really long time. I don’t like this at all. Not at all. No sir. What a sucktastic week. I mean really. Just craptastically sucktastic.
I can only offer my proofreading services so many times. If you choose not to take me up on it, you just remember that I tried. After you get 37 emails telling you about all the grammatical errors and typos in your article. That’s all.
No one wants to see my Facebook movie. Really.
And? I’m having such a hard time with hot tea this pregnancy. My favorite beverage in all the land, and my stomach just says, um no. Move along, sister. It makes me so sad. Iced tea? Absolutely no problem at all. How does that even make sense?
See? I can’t even take comfort in a hot cuppa for this miserable week. Curses!
New skills. Learn new skills. What new skills?
there is no way now
Weak. In. The. Knees.
Star Trek Hot Wheels!
Gah. People shouldn’t post these kinds of things on the interwebs when I’m pregnant. I’m all choked up now.
This yarn is super soft, yet has something of a cottony feel to it. I think it’s going to be nice and cozy when this is finished. I hope.
I’m not even responding to that email. Bitch, please.
I oughta hang it up and go to bed right now.
Well. That was interesting.
STOP CLAWING THE SCREEN
I think I need to hang that in my cube. Cos it’s true. I did actually give a shit earlier. You did miss it. Too bad for you.
Oooh! These Honey Maid snacks are delicious!
Here are three things that I love: surprises in the mail, knee socks, new places.
There, now there’s been some positivity on my part.
I would like to get a dairy cow. I would call her Geraldine. Or maybe Bernadette. And a pig to raise for food. I need to build a small barn. And probably clear some more woods. I bet mom would have loved it. Especially if they weren’t all roaming her yard because we had them penned.
I think I’m getting tired of winter. Just a little. I’m definitely getting tired of my sadly limited wardrobe.
“Connection lost. Saving disabled until you’re reconnected.” Seems sort of metaphorical.
We need a tiny flag from each of the 50 states.
I miss summers at Lake of the Woods. A little more every year.
… from 20 years ago …