Holy-moly, I just woke up from a 5 hr nap. I saved lives today, then thought I’d just rest my eyeballs after dinner. Well, hubby let me sleep on the couch until almost 10:00. geesh. Made a pot o’ coffee, and now it’s like I just started my day. You know, where no brain matter is exactly operating to full capacity yet. Oh well.
Let’s see… summary from last week. Had pink hair briefly (by mistake) until she fixed it. Rosie-puppy chewed through the cable cord in the living room (on a Saturday of course), so hubby and I had to play Cableman, which, if you knew hubby, you’d know that it was not an activity that I would wish on my worst enemy.
The Badgers lost their second Final Four game. Bummer. Maybe next year.
Daughter dearest is teaching “pole dancing.” Yup, where you twist and turn and go upside down and around a fireman’s pole. It’s a fitness thing, silly. Although it is supposed to have some extra perks with the spousal unit. Fun.
umm… been having a run of fun, artsy client sites to work on lately. In fact, Michelle always has some groovy links to peruse. I started a site for her recently and am waiting for more goodies to get up there. A recent link she posted – Alison Palmer. Aren’t those birdies adorable?
Finished Peter’s site last nite…
Hey, where the hell is Bran? Anybody know? :(
Oh, know what? Do any of you remember a little story I wrote for Jeff a handful of years ago? Well, the other day I got an email from someone in Florida who said he was doing a search on google for “I think I’m an angel” (??) and read that story. He was writing because he felt the same way, and for years felt that he was kind of weird, or psychic or something. He just wanted to know if it was a true story, and if so, we had to be soul mates. I guess that’s just another amazing thing about the Internet, no?
And that’s about it for the monthly post thing. You all ok? From what I’ve read recently, looks like you’re all still pluggin’ away. Good deal.
Ok. Think I may be up all nite. Of course, that could bite me in the booty come around 2pm tomorrow. Oh well, then I’ll just have to take another nap, right?
c’yall next time.