Mood: The usualThat's me: blank. I sat here for two minutes staring at the screen trying to come up with a title for this post.
Hair: Funky pony
Listening to: Beast typing on the other laptop, and MNF
I woke up this morning about 3:30 with a scratchy throat. Time for the autumn cold, I guess. Whee. Never did get back to sleep all the way.
The best I can do for content is to say that it's Spirit Week (i.e. Homecoming) for Sparky. We drove 40 minutes in rush hour traffic looking for colored, washable hairspray for Wednesday. Yep. I spent about as much on gas driving to the nearest pop-up costume store as I did for the two cans of silver-colored dust.
FIL is more-or-less situated in his apartment, and seems to be loving it so far.
Beast has been wandering around for half an hour saying he's lost his mind. It's just never good when the reliable person is doing that!
Summation: I'm tired. Too tired to get excited about some of the Stupid People Tricks on display today (excluding family, although Sparky's on kind of a roll tonight).
stay-at-work mom: n. A mother who returns to work soon after giving birth. Also: stay-at-work mother.
I am proud to say that, with the exception of about 18 months, I have always been a stay-at-work mom, following in my own mother's footsteps--though, granted, she was not able to go back to work till I was four, in 1967. Times change.