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nelladarren doesn't feel like dragging her running nose cross country *short double-take at the mental picture* and sibylle, bleeding heart that she is, has agreed to help ... someone with ... something and wouldn't have managed to join us before 10. (Afraid I'm not a very good listener at the moment.)
aprost's company is moving tomorrow, hence he spent today packing boxes, moving boxes, looking for more boxes ... generall box-stuff. *g* His bones are creaking. Seriously, they are. So we decided it might not be a bad idea to stay home instead of showing off our intelectual shortcomings publicly. (That's just no fun without you guys - and besides, without you we suck!)
And while he soaks in a hot bath I find myself with unexpected free time on my hands.
Could do the ironing. Naaaaaaa!
Could finally write that letter to my uncle. Naaaaaaaa!
Could finally do our taxes. Buahrharharharhar!
Instead I will do some gym to get at least a small part of the chocolate off my hips that has found its way there over Easter - and if my wonderful husband soaks long enough maybe work a litle on my story.
Chapter 27, here I come!
nelladarren doesn't feel like dragging her running nose cross country *short double-take at the mental picture* and sibylle, bleeding heart that she is, has agreed to help ... someone with ... something and wouldn't have managed to join us before 10. (Afraid I'm not a very good listener at the moment.)aprost's company is moving tomorrow, hence he spent today packing boxes, moving boxes, looking for more boxes ... generall box-stuff. *g* His bones are creaking. Seriously, they are. So we decided it might not be a bad idea to stay home instead of showing off our intelectual shortcomings publicly. (That's just no fun without you guys - and besides, without you we suck!)And while he soaks in a hot bath I find myself with unexpected free time on my hands.
Could do the ironing. Naaaaaaa!
Could finally write that letter to my uncle. Naaaaaaaa!
Could finally do our taxes. Buahrharharharhar!
Instead I will do some gym to get at least a small part of the chocolate off my hips that has found its way there over Easter - and if my wonderful husband soaks long enough maybe work a litle on my story.
Chapter 27, here I come!
