April 17th, 2006working on a company holiday
Lovely isn’t it?
I made it home—my Internet access won’t be set up again until sometime today (before 7PM—wtf kind of timeframe is that?).
I have much to share, but I’m working a half day (hopefully, lots to do), so I can go home and shop with my mom.
Quick rundown: a Spring Break boychild on the plane hit on me (that was disturbing), my one cat is having some sort of anxiety issues and wakes us up every morning at 3AM crying (grrr) and we went to IKEA yesterday… sweet lord do I have bruises.
It was great fun. 🙂
so your mommy went home with you? poor widdle kitty… maybe she was used to the other kittens and is lonely now?
how young is a spring break boychild? and believe you me, boychild is much better than creepy old lecherous adult men with kids the same age as you. *shudder*
Comment by wendykat — April 17, 2006 @ 6:57 am
oh and *shakes fist* damn swedes! i hate ikea!
Comment by wendykat — April 17, 2006 @ 6:58 am
Yep. She had too—both cats had to ride in the cabin.
I think the kitty is sad because she no longer gets the other’s food, lol.
SBB is college-age—and icky.
IKEA—Oy veh!
Comment by the insider — April 17, 2006 @ 7:43 am
wait… aren’t you like just out of college age?
Comment by wendykat — April 17, 2006 @ 7:48 am
I had at least five years on this kid.
Comment by the insider — April 17, 2006 @ 7:56 am
WELCOME HOME!!!!!
‘;:’:.`; (…confetti)
Comment by Jenn — April 17, 2006 @ 8:32 am
Wait wait wait. You went to Ikea…. and liked it?
I don’t understand.
Comment by Thérèse — April 17, 2006 @ 9:05 am
soo what… he was just barely legal?
Comment by wendykat — April 17, 2006 @ 10:50 am
Wendy, shouldn’t you be hip deep in Englishmen right now? Why are you even playing with your computer?
Or, did you kill him?
Comment by Grampa — April 17, 2006 @ 11:17 am
i’m at work. *sigh*
and he’s on his way to pick me up so we can ride the subway together…
oh and ewww? hip deep in englishmen? that just sounds wrong, weird, and complicated.
Comment by wendykat — April 17, 2006 @ 1:51 pm
Wrong, weird and complicated is the story of my life.
Comment by Grampa — April 17, 2006 @ 1:56 pm
So wait….you went to Ikea and didn’t like it?
And the dude was what, like 23? Yeah so he must have been talking to you because his pacifier fell out or something…
Oh and welcome home.
Comment by MooCow — April 17, 2006 @ 3:05 pm
why wasn’t the kid sleeping?????? airlines wouldn’t have to let get in kids that don’t guarantee they fall asleep during the journey. Arrrgghhh
Comment by Me, Myself and I — April 17, 2006 @ 11:10 pm
Thanks Jenn 🙂
Therese.. not entirely. Particularly now that this one piece of furniture is trying to kick my ass.
Wendy darling, he was probably legal. In the sense that he could buy cigarettes, not beer. 😛
Grampa—actually, yeah, that’s true. 😉
Moo—who likes IKEA? Shut it. (Oh and thanks. ;P)
Me: There were so many kids on that plane, I’m surprised they didn’t have a daycare in the back.
Comment by the insider — April 18, 2006 @ 5:34 am
Yet another reason not to breed.
Comment by Grampa — April 18, 2006 @ 10:19 am
mmmmm breeding…
Comment by wendykat — April 18, 2006 @ 11:17 am
Thanks for rubbing it in WK…
Comment by Moocow — April 18, 2006 @ 6:14 pm
LOL
Comment by the insider — April 18, 2006 @ 9:08 pm