The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors (halfshellvenus) wrote,
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors

Ramblings Of the Sleep-Deprived

I'm off for a Girl-Scout Mother/Daughter weekend outing, which will keep me awake an entire night in a one-room lodge with some 60 girls and 40 moms. Last year? A nightmare. This time, I am taking dinner along, since it wasn't ready until 8:30 last time and I was ready to kill someone (stupid hypoglycemia). I frankly dread almost any outing where I am not in charge of my own food, but be that as it may... my 8-year-old is over the moon. We do what we must!

I was stung in the armpit by a bee while cycling on Tuesday. Where is the dignity?

My 6-year-old (Mr. Future-President) came into the kitchen after his bath Tuesday night and announced, "It's the Ultimate Me!" And I muttered to my husband, "Is there any other kind?" If I had his confidence, grade school would have been a hell of a lot easier.

Michael and Lincoln are not forgotten. Future chapters of "Always" are kicking my butt, and Supernatural is flowing, so... I bow to the deluge of Sam and Dean and keep plotting away on PB.

Hope all my f-list friends having finals this week did well! And don't forget us over the summer. ;)
Tags: cycling

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