A few days ago I got something in my work email.
"FW: On behalf of XXXXX; All Supplies Gone: Glut"
If all the supplies are gone, how can there be a glut?
Was someone being funny? Is there a whole email thread behind this? One will never know....or at least this one never will, though the speculation is fun.
I spent last night finishing off a J. D. Robb/Nora Roberts (Portrait in Death, for anyone interested) then conking out and sleeping. It is so nice to be sleeping at night and not being all bleary eyed. I got the added bonus of a small lad who didn't want to sleep in his own bed.
It doesn't happen very often, but we had been watching Coraline - great movie, not really for kiddies - so I acquiesced. Alex bailed on the movie pretty early in - I was surprised he lasted as long as he did. It's creepy. In a good way. The first time I watched it all I wanted to do was wring Coraline's neck - she is a snot at the beginning. The second time I twigged, she's just being a kid and isn't all bad. (Alex must have had me running around before the second time I saw the movie - he's a character and far too clever; I had an appreciation of where Coraline was coming from). I'm always on my toes.
I'm nearly finished posting the Desperate Food Thieves and Bemused Production Absurdities stuff from way back in 2005-7. Then I can start on the new stuff. I'm paused, because I just got to the menu I wrote when my dog, Benjamin, aka Benny the Wonder Dog, aka Bargearse (he was a big FAT labrador) had to be put down. It was cancer and he was twelve.
Have to do at least a few more - I want to be moving on.
Or twirling. Twirling toward freedom. Imagine whichever gestures and rotations suit you.
