Bleh. Don’t feel good. Would call in sick, but I can’t work anyway (the server move has still got the VPN down, and there’s now no ETA for getting it fixed *sigh*), so why waste a sick day? *Tired*. Impatient for bike trails to be clear. Wanna go biking. Well, right now I wanna go to sleep, but in the grander scheme going biking sounds nice. The puppy is snoring under my feet. Oh! Smug! Angie got her birthday present, and wasn’t expecting it at all, and was very pleased!…
Author: mizkit
remind me
Remind me to call a dentist tomorrow. We’ve outsmarted the dog, and it only took us three days. She’s been climbing over the kiddie gate since about two days after we got it (and quite handily, I might add; we watched her do it this afternoon), but cleverly, we thought to put the two tall stool/chairs we have for the kitchen bar in _front_ of the kiddie gate, and she couldn’t climb over all of it. That should stop her for a couple weeks, anyway. The new stove is very…
new stove!
YAAY! New stove this afternoon! The landlord just stopped by to say that between 1 and 2 he and his son would be over and they’d install a new stove! HOORAY! Maybe now I will not burn the cookies. Morp. I made cookies last night and scorched them. I mean, blackened to the point of inedibility. I *never* ruin cookies. I’m very sullen about it. :P And I’d never even MADE that kind of cookie before (choco-peanut bars) and I’d been wanting them for ages and *sulk*. Shaun says I…
*sigh*
My back hurts. Yes, I took some drugs for it. Hopefully in a while it will stop hurting. The dog is driving me insane. My work is telling me that FTP isn’t secure and I have to do this whole stupid workaround because there was a server move over the weekend and they haven’t got the new T1 turned on so none of the VPNs really work. Zilli is mewing his fool head off. The Middle East is on the brink of nuclear disaster, and Garrett and Sarah think that…
yay!
Forgiveness is obtained, and check out Christi’s new digs! Poor Ted is not well this morning, and so I have not gone to the gym. I don’t think he’s going to work, but I’m not quite sure what’s going on. Chantico is being relatively good. This means she has not pooped on the floor, and that each of the three times we’ve gone outside (in the last 90 minutes) she’s gone to the bathroom. It does not refer to her chewing on my toes or charging the kiddie gate and…