Tuesday, August 31. 2004
As promised, Miles and I went to Myrtle Beach for dinner at Olive Garden...highly palatable to say the least! We chatted about low carb lifestyles over breadsticks and pasta *hah*, and left the premises with thoughts of my aunt Debbie's cookies dancing in our heads! (She sent us a WHOLE BOX full of 'em!)
So, my personal coffee maker on the job, we celebrated in august style! [Get it!? August??? HAHAHAHAHAHA...oh forget it! My humor is wasted on you lot.] Miles quickly became enamored with the cookies shortly thereafter, but he was useful for a short while anyway. Thinking myself sly, I "borrowed" from the cookie depository...*ahem* further documentation of my offense may be found here. The boy was very protective of those cookies...
I tried to scold him, I honestly did try. "Miles, those cookies are for both of us. You have to share."
He was quite temperamental following that proclamation. *clears throat*
Here you see him snidely threatening to bite my head if I didn't back away...and here you see him following through...
Sunday, August 29. 2004
Miles has a terribly full agenda in place for tomorrow. The poor dear has to have lunch with an associate and then play golf all afternoon! Such a hectic schedule would exhaust a lesser man.
Saturday, August 21. 2004
Well, the day has inspired naught but a slothful afternoon! The murky light replaced the morning sun and a weighty slumber descended upon all the city...
Hours later, we emerged from our dreams in what would prove to be a largely unproductive day. The soft whir of the freshly laundered sheets in the dryer to set the ambiance, we swayed trace-like to the office where we've yet to depart. This is indeed a vile, loathsome room.
The thunder is singing its rumbling anthem now, and I'm desperately trying to discover a piece of productivity that seems mildly alluring…but it isn't looking good.
Sunday, August 15. 2004
We have power! We have power!—for the first time in almost 26 hours! Thanks for all of the excitement, Hurricane Charley!
So, to recap yesterday after sunset, let's look at a visual representation:
In other news, Miles has decided upon the number one reason to be glad that he moved his car to the private parking area in back rather than his normal parking spot.
Friday, August 13. 2004
Hurricane Charley is coming——to town!
It rains while you're sleeping,
It rains while you're awake!
It rains no matter what, so stay dry for dryness' sake!
Thursday, August 12. 2004
I awoke this morning to gloom—I think it's safe to say that my brain runs solely on solar energy…and boy do I need a charge!
Pure laziness prevented me from working out this morning, but I set fire to a few calories in the early afternoon to make up for it…and yet, the lassitude endured. My energy gauge was a sorry sight…nearing the position where they appoint an aide to assist you in blinking—darn my dark blonde mane! Everybody who's anybody knows that a copper top lasts longer!
Tonight I treated myself to a new pair of pants from Old Navy…I actually found my size in petite/short but discovered that they were still too long, heh. Luckily, my charmed existence in this life has led me to acquire useful skills such as sewing. If I had the room for it, I'd still be the master quilter that I was in my youth…OH!—who am I kidding? Those wild days are but precious memories. Youth is wasted on the young.
I hemmed the pants tonight while we watched a movie…I had to take them up three-and-a-half inches! Either I'm getting shorter or amazons have overthrown the petite clothing industry. I vote for the second.
Wednesday, August 11. 2004
I have been a little down since a beloved feline friend of mine passed away on Tuesday…there's something very dear about the unconditional love of a pet…and something very heartrending about the loss of such an innocent creature.
Fred took me under his wing at a time in my life when I was feeling very afraid and very alone. He wasn't a cat who trusted easily, which made his automatic affection toward me all the more special. He was diagnosed with FIP, that is Feline Infectious Peritonitis, and he was young. Thank goodness he is no longer suffering.
Sunday, August 8. 2004
Well, I'm sitting here bored out of my mind. I like to have eventful weekends. Miles likes to let dust collect on the soles of his feet over the weekend. The two agendas really have nothing by way of common ground.
I finished reading a book that I started (the first 14 pages) Thursday evening, and took care of another today. I'm debating on whether or not to start a third, as three 400ish page books in a period of 2 days seems to be the tell-all for the most lacking of social lives.
Friday, August 6. 2004
I've been under much strain! My jerk of a boss—er…Miles—shackled me to Photoshop and forcefully commanded, "CREATE!"
Thus, I have been abusing my tendonitisy wrists and hypersensitive eyes so that I don't lose my job and find myself out on the streets wearing a sign that says, "Will design graphics for food"
I have not been left unscathed through my ordeal, but have a jammed index finger as a keepsake. It really hurts. Really. See image below.
Thursday, August 5. 2004
Uh oh, it's just me again, no Laura tonight. I can hear a mixed reaction, there are a few sobs, and a few cries of relief.... The sobs are in the majority..... of course. Um yeah OF COURSE they are :).
On a more serious note, it's a good thing Jason slipped out today without Laura seeing the state of the living room. To the untrained eye, I'm sure it looked fine, but to her expert eyes, the room was trashed. Couch pillows were out of place, and GASP the coffee table was moved. She had me cuss him out severly on AIM tonight, I really hope he comes back into work tomorrow!
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