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What is there to say about this week? I walked back into a maelstrom this morning. Last week I set a personal and professional record for money mismanagement. There is just not enough of me to go around lately. I had crazy vivid dreams all weekend, one of which involved my cousin getting married to a girl and another of which involved me locking down my office. The Bug has gotten to a new level of digging in his heels. (The Trope Family motto may very well turn out to be "Bad with Transitions". Could someone translate that into Latin for me?) Just to make life a little more fun, it's getting dark at 5:00 and my medicine is out of whack. I feel disconnected lately, and I really miss my friends. It's a season of plenty over here: plenty of things to whine about.
However, one of my orchids is sending up a shoot, and if I play my cards right I might be able to coax out a bloom. Bonzo picked a piece of lint last night and tried to put it in my eye because he "didn't want my eye to get cold." (I persuaded him to put it in my hair instead.) It almost makes up for the moments when he is spitting in my face. My dear (I mean it, dear) spouse is giving him a bath with no guidance or prompting.
Halloween roundup: Bonzo had an awesome dinosaur suit, which he could wear over top of warm clothes (no jackets to wreck my boy's costume!) and we went to a Halloween party but he ended up watching the road construction down the street most of the time. We trick-or-treated at two houses and the alderman's office, and everyone had different guesses on what he was: a dragon, a dinosaur, a crocodile, a spiky princess. I will post pictures when I am not feeling quite so lazy.
However, one of my orchids is sending up a shoot, and if I play my cards right I might be able to coax out a bloom. Bonzo picked a piece of lint last night and tried to put it in my eye because he "didn't want my eye to get cold." (I persuaded him to put it in my hair instead.) It almost makes up for the moments when he is spitting in my face. My dear (I mean it, dear) spouse is giving him a bath with no guidance or prompting.
Halloween roundup: Bonzo had an awesome dinosaur suit, which he could wear over top of warm clothes (no jackets to wreck my boy's costume!) and we went to a Halloween party but he ended up watching the road construction down the street most of the time. We trick-or-treated at two houses and the alderman's office, and everyone had different guesses on what he was: a dragon, a dinosaur, a crocodile, a spiky princess. I will post pictures when I am not feeling quite so lazy.
