||[Nov. 11th, 2012|08:13 pm]
In which I go to work and come home again and for some reason take several pictures of my closet.|
Breakfast. I have issues with food before 7:00 a.m.
The Boy tells me about a dream he had where he invented a social network where all posts are read in Morgan Freeman's voice.
I update the Dark Charity and Clever Jeanette facebook page.
I find some leftover take-out in the fridge and pack some of it for lunch.
My bangs are a bit long.
So I do some trimming. Luckily I didn't mulletize myself this time.
I'm running out of time, so I dry my bangs and leave the rest to fend for itself.
I think the only jeans that fit are buried somewhere in this pile of clean laundry.
I decide to be good and hang everything up while I search.
Is it sad or awesome that half this closet is taken up by costumes?
I make it to the bottom of the pile without finding the jeans. I briefly consider calling in fat, then suck it up and suck it in and wear a different pair with a looser shirt to hide my muffin top.
The morning is very dewey
Yes, I live in Texs.
I park the car and check my email since I forgot before I left the house and don't want any surprises when I get to my desk.
The bridge between the parking garage and my building is pretty in the morning.
No matter what time I get to work, the coffee is empty and I have to make more.
I'm very fond of the mini moos.
I've been working on the same to-do list for three days without much progress. I am determined to make headway.
It's only 9:20 and I'm on my second cup of coffee. I never have a second cup of coffee. This could be interesting.
All that coffee makes me want some mints.
I eat lunch while answering email, so when a coworker calls and asks if I want to go to the food court at the mall, I say yes to get away from my desk.
This is Matt. Hi Matt.
This is Kenny. He's ignoring me taking his picture. Hi Kenny.
Matt goes for the dumplings. The line is crazy long all the time.
This place has a cooler full of bell peppers. I don't know why. But it's pretty.
Kenny and I grab a table because Matt is still in the crazy long dumpling line.
I already ate lunch, but don't say no to a piece of french bread.
It is way too soon for this.
What the parasols look like from the other direction.
I have too many email flags. I need to work on that.
Getting caught up is hard. I need a snack.
Sophia and I set up a demo to show off some fancy new reports.
Yay! I finished so many things I get to make a new to-do list for Monday.
It is dark by the time I leave.
At least it looks like traffic may not be too bad.
I was wrong about the traffic. You know it's bad when a house is going faster than you are.
You may remember this plant from my last DITL. It never bloomed, and I am almost done killing it.
The Boy's test scores from last year come in. Apparently he inherited my bad math genes.
No one feels like cooking, so we order Italian and go to pick it up.
It's waiting for us when we get there.
There is something new on the menu. I'll have to try it next time we eat in.
There are several restaraunts in a row. Husband and I joke about how much I would love this meal and how much he would hate it.
This is a new bistro. It replaces the old bistro that was in the same spot.
Middle Daughter is first in line.
The Boy eats while internetting. Again, he has my genes.
We watch Grimm. I am liking this season a lot.
Laser pointer time for Molly.
We are camping tomorrow, so Husband packs the car. Molly does not like it one bit.
What is a DITL without laundry?
Husband always opens the new jug before the old one is empty. He does it with everything. Is that a guy thing?
There is something satisfying about cleaning the lint filter.
I pick up the den and take a pair of boots to my closet. Then decide to do a shoe purge. This is how my mind works.
I think I may have too many shoes, even after the purge.
But I purged, I really did...these are all going to Goodwill and I threw away four ruined pair.
For her next trick, Molly levitates an animal cracker.
I edit some photos for the Spotted Hound and then call it a night.