Updation
I didn’t make up that word. Someone told me that they got an email from one of their coworkers in India that contained that little grammar gem.
This week has gone by fairly quickly. After reluctantly dragging myself off the couch tonight, I made it to the gym and did a few laps in the pool and a stint in the steam room. Then, Danny and I went to Chili’s. Now, I’m home and I’m pooped.
Tomorrow and Saturday will be busy. I’m doing a bunch of stuff for our silent auction fundraiser at church, and I expect I’ll be running around, stapling up things, making copies and telling people where to put the chips ‘n dip. I’m not in charge, but I’m on the committee which means anyone can ask me anything and I have to act like I know. The guy who does know is probably buried up to his ears in questions too. Despite the madness of planning a big event, it has been pretty fun. I’m in charge of publicity so I get to put a creative spin on bulletin announcements and reminder emails. As sad as that may sound, it is a hell of a lot more creative than what I do for a living. And we’ll leave it at that.
Last night, I had some weird dreams. To begin with, I dreamt that I had to take boomer with me wherever I went. Instead of being scared and running away when I took him out of the car or into the next room, he wanted to stay with me. We worked out a deal where he would burrow up under my pant leg and sit on my shoe/foot while I walked around working and doing whatever. Either he was much smaller in my dream or I wore bellbottoms.
I also dreamed that one morning we woke up and there was a tiny striped kitten hanging out with boomer and boris. They were perfectly cool with him. It’s like one of them split off a little part of his massive fat and it became a kitten. Anyway, I was sad when I woke up and realized that we didn’t have a baby kitty running around the apt chasing bugs.
After my alarm went off for the 4th time this morning, boomer started squeak-crying at me and getting in my face. I then remembered that I forgot to feed them last night. I got up and followed them to the food bowl. They blinked appreciation at me.
It’s entirely their fault though. If boomer hadn’t snuggled up next to me and started purring last night, I would have stayed awake.
Thursday 09 Feb 2006 | sarah | General