The kids got back home on Saturday, and the mayhem resumed. Saturday was a mad dash to deliver Girl Scout cookies (our one non-rainy period), Sunday was lots of basketball (Lauren's team won both games, including the first-ever defeat of their arch-nemesis team—Mwah-ha-ha-ha! Christopher's team won too, despite rancid shooting).
We saw International at the theater, because we're suckers for Clive Owen, and we grumbled about the fact that his upcoming whatever co-stars Julia Roberts (being flat and charmless. Hate her). We watched Lars And The Real Girl on DVD—offbeat and oddly charming—and started Run, Fat Boy, Run. And I snoozed through the bulk of my evening writing time from Saturday night onward. :(
Endless rain on Monday, so I cycled in the garage. I thought I was in S2 of QAF, and when Disc 2 finished I popped in the loaner from my friend... only to discover that I'd seen it before. Curses! Fortunately, I had Arrested Development, S3 as a backup. I have to say, though, the 1-hour shows are the best for long indoor cycling. Wednesday I biked outside, but didn't entirely escape the rain. Boo. :(
And now, a meme:
One little compliment can make you feel great. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. Once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind you how great you are.
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