Yawn.

S just rolled out on her way back to the prairie.

We had a nice, low-key visit.

Now can't decide whether to crawl back in bed or finish waking up and start being productive.

T minus twelve hours until Boyfriend is home.

I need to clean the bathroom and wash the sheets.

Eeeep!

Harumph

I'm super grumpy.

Bear with me a moment as I begin my day feeling sorry for myself.

And list this mornings various reasons why I am a fuckwit.

Reason 1: Last night instead of paying attention to what I was doing making dinner I was chattering and subsequently plunged my hand into a pot of boiling water. Now my middle two fingers are all blistery and nasty, though they don't look as bad this morning as I thought they might.

Reason 2: I thought I would be really clever and cook dinner on Saturday night when Boyfriend gets home from his trip. Last night, shortly after the above relayed moment of brilliance, I realized that after spending a week at wineries eating amazing food politely shoveling down whatever crap I would make probably wouldn't be all that fun.

Reason 3: I don't have a reason three just yet, but the day is young. I'm sure it will come to me. Likely before noon.

I'm gonna go try and be nice to people at work.

Wish me luck.

4:30 AM, revisited

S called me a couple of hours ago to make sure she was coming the right way.

Asked me if I was ready for clinicals.

Second time this week have had the misfortune of meeting with such an ungodly hour.

Up too late last night.

Lotta empty space in the bed.

How do you get so used to sleeping with someone so quickly?

Sometimes when someone leaves for a while you are happy for the break and don't miss them until it is almost time for them to be home.

This isn't one of those times.

I miss my love.

Hurry on home, precious one.

It has been raining here every.single.day.

What's that about?

I want to go for a swim, dammit.

S is on her way to see me and I need to do some laundry before her arrival.

Nap first maybe. Last night was not good sleeping.

Stay tuned for all the big and exciting things that go down during the impending visit.

Last night my super adorable Boyfriend was the wine guy at a dinner in a sleepy little Texas town.

He's really quite charming.

Hence the reason our weekend entertaining went quite well.

Me?

I actually am incredibly socially awkward.

People ask me questions and I just blush, look at the ground, and wait for the awkward silence to pass.

What a big fat loser.

Previously mentioned Boyfriend is out all week on a bidniz trip.

Boo!

Hopefully tomorrow S will be here to keep me company.

Easy Like Sunday Morning

There is an incredibly large batch of guacamole on the counter right now.

There is a cut on my finger that is burning, burning, burning from the serrano I cut up to go in it.

Tomorrow we are having company and Boyfriend is nervous, nervous. (Me too !!!)

We are stunningly charming though, so it will be just fine.

Maybe you could come over next.

We'll feed you.

Wanna?

Thursday Thursday

We're having a cookout.

Smells good.

Today at the grocery I coaxed Boyfriend into letting me test natural spray deodorant on his armpit in the aisle.

Hee hee.

I made a drink just now with gin, tonic water, and pomegranate juice.

Yum yum.

Tomorrow is Friday.

Wo0t!!

Weather Flash

It's grey and raining.

Makes me want to climb back in bed.

But then it doesn't take much to get me to climb back into bed.

Is there a support group of some kind for that? People who like to sleep too much?

I just took my test for this week and now have a two week break from my summer class.

Party up.

The legal department has instructed me to place a disclaimer for the last post.

I really don't get beaten.

Well...anymore than I want to be...

I need to do my homework today.

The source of my bootleg wireless internet must have moved or secured their networks.

Assholes.

And I'm baking some bread.

After I go sell some sammiches.

"Why you always gotta tickle me?"

"I don't...sometimes I beat you."

Nice.

Mmm.

Last night held some hardcore Texas BBQ, which I quite prissily declined to eat until Boyfriend sawed it off the bone with a plastic knife.

Then Gelato, right across the street from a trendy little wine bar with lots of pretty, trendy people outside on the patio.

Did I mention I was wearing pajamas?

This morning was a visit to the Farmer's Market and Organic Farm.

Onions, habanero pickles, fresh mushrooms, and a oddly named Chubby Blonde cucumber.

And blueberries. For muffins in the morning.

Now is Deadwood on DVD with a running count of number of times they use the word 'cocksucker'*

Boyfriend is making me chocolate pudding.

Which I plan to have for breakfast in lieu of blueberry muffins.

Nutrition !!!

*I don't think it is particularly offensive to be called a cocksucker, so long as you aren't accused of being bad at it. But that's just me...

Hi blog.

I don't like the new color scheme.

Need to fuck with it some more.

I'm gonna start blathering on here about my super fab summer so if you don't wanna hear it better head out.

Tomorrow!