Well, this morning did not go as planned. I went to the gym, which was planned. I walked home, which was planned. But it turned out I’d forgotten my keys, and Ted was in the back garden hacking away, so neither ringing nor knocking nor calling nor shouting could gain his attention. After a few minutes of trying all of those, I shrugged and went for a walk. Consequently, by 11:20am, when I got back home again (where, fortunately, Ted had come inside for a break), I’d walked over six…
compulsive hair disorder
I watched the Oscars on RTE One last night. Wow, that was the most boring Oscars I’ve ever seen. But I wanted to see Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova perform “Falling Slowly” and get their Oscar for it, ’cause I was so delighted they’d won. *beams* However, there was Bonus Material in the form of Tilda Swinton’s hair. ZOMG. I have hair envy. *plots*
today…
Today I got everything on my thinks to do list done except writing. I suddenly suspect that this is basically why I stop doing everything else when I’m writing: the slightest excuse hares me off and then it’s 6pm and I’m not likely to start writing *now*. *yawns brains out* I might’ve had more profound things to say, but I’m yawning my brains out so I’m going to bed. Oh! I’ve been LOL-booked! :) miles to Minas Tirith: 122.5
last chance saloon
Although the intarwebs have clearly got an opinion already, I figured I’d mention one more time: I’m running a poll as to which photo set I should submit to an exhibition. Submission deadline’s Thursday, so this will be the last time I have time to collect opinions. As if there was a question as to which set you all think I should submit. :) (thank you, btw, to whomever voted for the flowers: I have the impression you felt sorry for them, the poor lil’ neglected things. :) But I…
What *does* a Scotsman wear…?
From Mom: There were still a lot of Scots in town today from the Ireland/Scotland rugby match yesterday. Yesterday there were hundreds of men wearing kilts everywhere we went. Today, we were strolling past a pub and there was a man in a kilt standing in front of it. And a youngish woman had evidently asked him what a Scotsman DID wear under his kilt, because just as we got even with him, he modestly turned to the side and pulled up his kilt. The young woman squealed, and took…