Dyed my hair (love it), got it cut (hate it), and polished my fingernails (eh, neutral).

Also edited like a fiend and got incredibly sick of children.

LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA La La La La!!

Chapter three is now chapter three and four, and all the little monkeys rolled down the bed.

I'm rather good at them, especially fried chicken and mashed potatoes.

Nathanael has traded in our old Xbox and controllers so he can buy the new Fable and Fallout 3.  I'm psyched about the first but totally blah on the second.  Also, Christmas in our house sounds like it's going to be pretty good this year, comparatively.

Palmer.

It's finally getting cool here.  Might ACTUALLY have to break out a coat or two.  Amazing.

He's actually going to be home some this week so I'll be sparse.  Oooo, and Gabriel got an "A" in spelling!

Another one of my fantastically bizarre dreams.  If I still remember it I'll make sure to tell you when I have time later, but don't bet on it; it's already fading.

( First pages, totally rewritten. )

Lately it feels kind of weird when my husband is home, like it's a play date day...only there aren't any other children.  And no, before you cringe I don't mean it that way at all.  I just mean that we all change who we are for about 23 hours out of every 72.  With a fifth human being in the house our options differ, like flipping radio stations ( Read more... )