Is this a victory? I am high on painkillers and watching Pitch Perfect 3. I have never watched Pitch Perfect 1 or 2 and nothing makes sense but that might be the drugs.
Who knows.
But I’m calling it a victory.
These people sing a lot.
My baby ate in a room with lights (and somewhere other than my bedroom/the back of my car in our parking garage) for the first time since… I think Feb 12th? This was also the first time since then I was gone from home for more than 2 hours (only 2.5 hours, but STILL).
This is good news since we’ll be away from home for like 5-6 hours tomorrow. Hoping she’ll eat!
It makes no sense sober.
That sounds like the perfect way to watch that movie. Next time you’re in this situation see if you can watch one of the Sharknado movies. They’re amazing. Terrible and amazing.
I didn’t finish it. Little dude had a bad dream and came into my room and made me shut the laptop and sleep. I appreciate him.
It’s not about baseball? Hmmm
I felt guilty about spending $40-something (including shipping) on handmade skincare/lotion stuff. But the package arrived yesterday and it included a SHITLOAD of very generously sized free samples. Everything smells soooooo good.
Also, the face moisturizer did not result in me waking with a faceful of zits, as most moisturizers do. Zits on top of dry flaky hurty skin are just the worst.
It was nearly 60 out today and it felt warmer than that with the sun beating down on my back porch. So I sat out there for a couple hours and worked on some jewelry. It was also warm enough for the cats to have Outside Time (in their carrier) and they thoroughly enjoyed it.
I think I’m almost done with my dad therapy letter. It was not as bad as I’d expected. One part of it, suddenly I started crying like a tap had turned on… I guess that means it was the most traumatic incident. Hopefully identifying that will help when I go get my free five therapy sessions (going to try EMDR) before my employment end date.
Husband is making homemade pizza to help cure my migraine. Husband also stuck needles into me to help said migraine. Husband is the MVP of today and I am reaping the benefits
I am in the bath with tortilla chips and guacamole. I may never leave.
You should never leave. That sounds perfect.
You should leave Thursday. I preordered chips. Tortilla and potato
Daisy asked me to sing more quietly in the bath. Will you be equally oppressive?
I am not the dictator here
I successfully took down the dreaded boob light in my sewing room and put up some pretty track lighting (oxymoron?) so I can focus the light on the sewing table or the comfy couch depending on what’s needed.
This was my first solo electrical work. Am considering moving an inconvenient outlet next.
How far are you moving it? This might be trickier and be actual electrical work. Changing a light fixture doesn’t require rewiring. Be careful! I have done stupid shit like electrocute myself because something wasn’t working as expected and I forgot to turn off the breaker between tries.
I’m starting to tag relevant people, shops and places on my social media to make it live up to the “social” part.