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I was wearing the cutest shoes I own tonight, and they have the bonus of being exceedingly comfortable. However, they make my feet reek like mad. Ugh. They were those flat cheap cotton Mary Janes, you know? The ones that were big back in the late 70s/early 80s? Oh, man, I cannot stand sitting here and breathing at the same time, it makes morning-breath sex like a field of fucking roses in comparison.
Wow, that was a lot of information. Oh well.
At any rate, they can't smell worse than my fridge. You don't want to know how long it has been since I cleaned out my refrigerator; that's my number-one project tomorrow morning before we go to the ball game. And then I am making as complete a grocery list as possible and getting well stocked, for the siege is before me and I see no end in sight. Well, until November. And I am out of pasta. I am never out of pasta. Or macaroni & cheese. And I am talking about food because I went to the ball game tonight with my sister and brother and our dad and what did we do on the way home? Talk about food. Because that is What We Do. And I am starving and the quickest meal I have on hand is boil-in-a-bag brown rice and black bean soup. Which is actually good, I just don't know if that's what I am in the mood for. What I want is sushi; I am having the worst seafood cravings lately.
KC is home again, and that's just nice. I can once again get a few minutes to myself. Not a lot, mind you, but it's better than what I had before so here I sit, counting my blessings before I have to go apply calamine lotion or open a freeze pop or what have you.
In this case, make tea and pop in an Eddie Izzard DVD, but since he let the kiddo fall asleep in our bed I will have to do some rudimentary child-wrangling at some point before I actually go to sleep.
How sad is that, anyway? I got home about half an hour ago and he was sound asleep. We have lost time to make up for here! If I hadn't left the camera at work I'd take a picture; he's sprawled on his stomach and she's sprawled on hers, but with her head at the end of the bed and her foot up his butt.
She'd better be careful. I woke up at about four and couldn't get back to sleep for a bit, and was lying with one leg draped across KC's butt, thinking, "It's very nice to have someone here in case I hear weird middle-of-the-night noises" and then said someone made a weird middle-of-the-night noise himself.
It was a short honeymoon period, and always has been, really.