Eavesdropping
Heard at church tonight:
Head choir singer: No way! When did I hit a D natural?
Choir leader: demonstrates what he did.
Head choir singer: And that was because I didn’t reverence the altar?
Heard at church tonight:
Head choir singer: No way! When did I hit a D natural?
Choir leader: demonstrates what he did.
Head choir singer: And that was because I didn’t reverence the altar?
I just found out what a “wet-dry dressing” is. And apparently it’s nice and painful during dressing changes. Yippee!
Lookie, I finished the king-sized quilt top that I’m making for class. I still have to put on the borders, and then quilt the whole thing. If I wasn’t certifiable before I started this project, I will be afterward.
A thousand thanks to that certain blogger who sent me the Trainspotting CD from my wishlist. It totally and completely made my day!
My stitches came loose. Gaping wound. Gaping. What kind of damned doctor’s office doesn’t open by 8:30, anyway?
Do advocates of alternative lifestyles sabotage their own causes by indicating that it’s acceptable for strangers to discuss what goes on between two consenting adults behind closed doors?
Thanks, all, for your well wishes. The surgery went well, and it’s just a waiting game to see if it actually did any good. Hub’s doing much better, but he’s still feeling a little puny.
I’m pissed off at the weather forecasters who promised us a cold front at the end of last week. You hear me, weather men? I’m waiting! I want my frigging cold front! Now now now!
Screw the $3mil Neiman Marcus Christmas present this year. I just want the $5000 sewing machine. It’s sexy.
I’ve completed my 144 blocks, and just have to sew them all together.
Does the movie version of The Mangler have anything at all to do with the short story? I didn’t think so.
Just got back from the ER, where hub had to go get IV fluids because he was acutely dehydrated from the food poisoning he got from Whataburger.
We have to be back there in 8 hours for my surgery. I was extra nice to hub all day long so that I’ll get babied tomorrow. I am owed it.
I’m still alive, just busy. The kids are in Houston now in preparation for my surgery on Wednesday. I’m in the middle of three quilt projects. And I have two computer games sitting there calling my name. Heck, I don’t even check my link sites very often anymore.
Hub and dog are both asleep on the office floor and they are both snoring.