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Happy Birthday to <lj user="mzdt"> may you live long and prosper (I started typing this entry yesterday, when this first line was pertinent; but he should still live long and prosper). 

On a different note here's an argument for atheism: 

Walking back from church on Sunday I fell down (no idea how - one minute I was vertical, the next I was doing splits on the pavement, (sucking air in the shocked way of people who have no idea what hit them or in what manner the heels of their boots betrayed them) looking up at sky and Z's enquiring face through the red hazy fog of PAIN which happened to be shooting up my leg. (Curse you spiritual leanings! Without you I'd have just stayed in bed and sustained no worse mishap than being lovingly chewed by cats!) 

I allowed myself to be picked up and supported home, while my legs and upper lip wobbled. From there on it was a gradual spiral into ever more emoness (highlight - crying as I did the dishes, tears falling off my face to mix with the suds like something out of a Laura Esquivel novel) and hobbling around the house like a pirate with a wooden leg. (Benefits - being able to go 'arrr, arrrr, matey' to the cats; not going into work on Tuesday and proving that you can indeed spend a whole day lying about the house in your negligee and it will only improve the day) 

And it all went on in this sorrowful and decadent manner until Z decided to upstage my pity party by having a misunderstanding with a fence and coming home with a bruise roughly the size of the Indian subcontinent blossoming upon his manly thigh.

So verily, verily we are a bruised and dented household, including the cats. Big Cat came home looking like a miner, from rolling in the mud and fighting the other cats, while Kitten keeps banging her head into every available door in her mad rush to get Outside, so perhaps her seeming goldfish-like memory is explained by all this repeated head trauma.Anyway though, on a not unrelated note here is a list of my New Year's Resolutions:

I give my honourable communist word (the pledge they used to make us do in school) that this year I shall:

1. Wear makeup 

2.Develop some sort of skincare regimen 

3. Style my hair 

4. Experiement with what happens when a lady and a man like each other in that special way without the benefit of contraception (although not until later in the year until it seems reasonably clear that neither party has the benefit of malaria)
5. Learn how to walk properly.


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Jan. 11th, 2007 01:31 pm (UTC)
Wooo! Little rainsingers on the way!
With much synpathy for your knee...
Jan. 11th, 2007 11:58 pm (UTC)
I veer between excitement and panic at what a mini-me/z minus self-restraint would be like when unleashed upon the world.

I don't think my reasons for agreeing to these shenanigans are necessarily the best ones, but they're probably not the worst reasons in the world either. But hey, only time and extensive chronicling will tell! :)
Jan. 12th, 2007 10:24 am (UTC)
Ah, hell, my reasons for wanting another baby are as follows:
1. I just do, alright?!
2. The quicker we get all this childbearing over with, the sooner it will be that I can get back to smoking and drinking properly.
3. Um, that's about it.
Jan. 11th, 2007 04:20 pm (UTC)
hey sorry to hear you leg is bad - i hope it recovers soon.
they sound like good new yrs resolutions
Jan. 11th, 2007 11:58 pm (UTC)
aim low, that's my motto. :)

how are you?
Jan. 11th, 2007 09:16 pm (UTC)
Jan. 11th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
Re: 4
heh, i know. God help us all. :)
Jan. 12th, 2007 05:37 pm (UTC)
4: funny, that thought occured to me a couple of days ago. good luck :o)
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