i’ve discovered the perfect way to be able to go out on a work night and yet not be all super-exhausted and grumpy by nine-fifteen: come home, eat dinner, have a shower and then go out. this has a couple benefits: you’re full of good food energy, freshly showered and coiffed, and, if you’re normally a morning-shower person, the evening-shower will psych you out and make you think it’s a lot earlier than the eleven o’clock it is when you get home. rawk!
thankfully i was all cute and awake for music bingo last night, where i won both first and second place in one game. go me! that’s $25 in gift certificates to the pub. actually, if i do the math, it cost the pub $13.83 to have me come play music bingo last night ($25 free stuff – $12.17 tab). of course, my beer-drinking friends more than made up for my cheap night.
speaking of pubs, beer and friends, i can’t even start to think about how upset it makes me that m&m are smoking again. with mark, i kind of expected it, but meg? i actually started to cry when i found out. right there in the middle of the pub. of course, i was already half-drunk, but i still get really tangled up inside when i think about it. they did so well, for a whole year! ugh. it breaks my heart. meg’s smoking a lot more than she did even a month ago, too.
part of the reason it upsets me so is that one of her excuses is that if mark smokes, she can’t not smoke. what a fucking load of horse crap. my mom quit while i was still smoking like a fucking chimmney inside the house. my uncle quit while my aunt was still puffing like a madwoman inside their house. anyway, i just have to keep telling myself that it’s not my life, not my relationship, not my lungs… but it still makes me want to cry.
how wrong is it that i was actually excited to manage to fill up my gas tank at 99.5¢/litre instead of the 105.9¢/litre it was when i left for work this morning?
although, i have good gas-related news! with the fixed car, suddenly all those missing mileage kilometres are back! i can now drive further on a tank of gas. that takes a little bit of the sting away when i fill up.
that first photo is freaking awesome! loves it.
first photo is freaking me OUT! aaaaaaaaaaahhh!
I think it’s cute. (The first photo, that is)
And, yes — I get the whole starting smoking issue. WTF? If you went to all the effort and stress to quit, what the hell are you thinking????? Time to get your head examined.
my son said, “WHAT IS THAT?” and then quickly changed his response to “coooooL” as he studied the picture.
you’re a hit with the ten year olds!
i was also very frightened by the first picture, thinking it was a MEAN ALIEN ANGRY FACE. but the fact that it’s a bird, from underneath, just makes you like the coolest photographer i know!
you sick twisted little monkey! you froze a seagull for photographic notoriety!