Amazon.co.uk delivered unto me an Email of Temptation this morning, and I was weak: they had the full Buffy collection on sale for pretty cheap. Not the cheapest I’ve ever seen it, but the cheapest I’ve ever seen it on this side of the pond, at least, and I succumbed. And then I had to keep looking to see what else was available. Angel was, too, but for more than Buffy (which seemed wrong), though as I said to Ted, “If I got them both, I could watch them in…
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tricksy mumsy
I didn’t really plan to write today, but Mom tricked me into it. Or something. I still don’t know how I’m going to approach writing this week. I guess I’ll see how it pans out. *snickers* There was just an ad on TV talking about “Ireland’s fabulously wealthy”. I said to Ted, “I’d like to be fabulously wealthy.” Then, of course, I had to admit I had a very low bar as to what I’d consider fabulously wealthy. ‘Out of debt’ would do it. :) ytd wordcount: 33,600 ytd km…
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The swim coach was at the pool today. We ended up…racing is not the right word, not really. Keeping up with each other is more accurate. For about 200 meters. Maybe 300, in which case I swam further than I think I did, but I think it was 200. Anyway, he doesn’t do flip-turns, or he’d have totally left me in the dust, but as it was, we stayed neck and neck for the whole stretch. And he reached the end of his set right before I crapped out, which…
today…
Today is my very, very favorite Ted’s birthday. And as he said, for his birthday he gets a new President, one he voted for, and you can’t get much better than that. I can’t remember ever watching an inauguration before. We’re watching this one. And then we’re having red beans and rice for dinner, and german chocolate cake for dessert. Happy Birthday. :) miles to Dunharrow: 136.5 ytd kilometers swum: 1.7 ytd wordcount: (will be updated later)
extremely eclectic post
Ted was morally superior this morning and got up and went to the gym. I, on the other hand, slept until the cats came and lay on me, and then slept some more. I’ll go do my pilates in a minute, but I feel kind of guilty. Especially since it’s not actually raining this morning, and I fear I’ve lost my only chance for getting outside when it’s not miserable. …I wish people would put their twitters behind cut tags. I do not care about twitter. If I wanted to…