i hope it were happy before it got picked and ground. *snort* it has been a long time coming, my romance with the coffee. it has been pursuing me for years. "i can't drink caffeine, it's not good for me," i protested. finally, after the life transforming experience of having children who do not sleep, i gave into my carnal desires. and boy is it good.
my leon forever endeared himself by getting up this morning, scavenging for the coffee pot my parents left on a visit, and making me coffee. he also went out to his car in the cold cold air (he is notsomuch a fan of the cold, my southern boy) and he got my travel mug. he came in this morning, kissed me goodbye and told me of this heroic deed.
no more of that travesty to human harvesters and human drinkers at ye olde worke shoppe. i have been set free!
it's a good thing i had all that caffeine. because today? today was *ss. too much work. too little time. too many headaches and loose ends. and the aches from the ice skating bonanza caught up with me. wowza.
however, there were black knee highs with bright polka dots.
the rest of the week looks to be hectic. leon has his class tomorrow night, and the minute he sets foot in el casa de brownrobie, i shall take off for the stitch 'n bitch birthday party. wednesday is assemble the robot costume day. thursday i have my first death march class in a long long while (wish me luck) and a meeting about volunteer work over the holidays. the charity benefits backstretch workers at the race tracks. friday is a free night. saturday i have death march in the morning. all this? and i have to finish my backtack project (can you say "overnight mail?"). i also have to wash the dog. poor ellie. she's looking pretty rough. that's why i get for having a white dog. oh, and i have to make two or three dinners tonight. good heavens to betsy. i really need me a sherpa or two to get me through all this.
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