But now is not a time to talk about that, I'll save up for a Whoreticulture Friday post.
TODAY: I got a hard time in a meeting for something I didn't do, and just about everyone at work then joking referred to me as "Troublemaker!" but after a while you just want to send a company-wide e-mail that says, "I didn't have anything to do with that, and the next person who calls me Troublemaker is going to get punched in the junk." I returned bottles at the grocery store and figured out about an hour later that I forgot to print my receipt for my money. I nearly walked out of the gas station without the $20 cash back I punched in, and let the employees make fun of me for that. You know. Petty stuff that sort of adds up after a while. My day vastly improved around 6 p.m. when my friend Julie came over with her kids and had a waaaay overdue pizza and beer with me. We haven't spent time together since April, so it was really good to sit on the back deck with her. *deep breath* and then *laugh*. Okay. All is well in the world again.
Well, I've made good on my promise so far of quantity over quality for August, and I'm pleased to say this is my 9th day in a row of blogging. Only 22 more days to go! I will have you know that this is an Olympic effort, because of course the minute I walked down to my studio, George the Superpet and Youngest Daughter followed me, YD parked herself on a stool in my room, and hasn't stopped talking since.
She's very good at bringing it all back to her.
When she first came downstairs, she sat and looked at my Beatles action figures. She quizzed me about the Beatles and asked me who my favorite one is - John, BTW - and then she told me how freaky all of the dolls are. She then noticed the picture on the little shelf of CH and I on our wedding day, which started an avalanche of questions about our wedding and why I wore what I wore. In thie picture, she is telling me all about the kind of wedding dress she is going to have. The top will be like a tank top and then a huge puffy floor-length skirt. And a long veil with flowers.
The she saw my china mosaics that need a coat of polyurethane, and started asking questions about those: "Which one is your favorite, Mom?" "Can I help you make one, Mom?" "How do you decide which plate to use, Mom?" "Can I organize them for you?"
The little hand is "organizing" by color and theme.
And attached to an endlessly talking third grader.
She just saw my caption and stopped talking. She looked at me and said, "This hand is attached to someone with FEELINGS, Mom!" She is laughing, but she really wants me to stop blogging and pay attention to her. And so I shall.
Have a good night, Wifers.