||[Mar. 14th, 2007|01:41 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
After a lovely dance class last night I came home, curled up with ST, and watched some West Wing. I have to say this, I *LOVE* not having TV reception. We make decisions about how to spend our tv time, there's really nothing we can't find online or at Netflix if we want it, and with the exception of the NBC.com 15-second dealies I've been commercial-free for years. It's just really nice.
The tulips he brought me last weekend are opening and it turns out there's a streak of pink going down the middle of each yellow petal. Makes my heart all cheery. We've also started some herbs and veggies inside and they'll be ready to transplant by the beginning of next month.
The rest of the furniture for the nursery is due to arrive next week. There's 2/3 of it here now. We made huge strides in cleaning out the room, the closet is almost completely finished and I'm going to be able to get the rest of the furniture that we're not using out of there soon. We should be able to start setting up the crib next week. No real rush, but I know what SCA summers look like and I want to be able to enjoy the camping this summer.
We're riding the high of the amount of cleaning we did last week and keeping up with it nicely. It's just good to be me lately.
Steve got up and went into work today, but not actually to work. Instead, he and most of the other teachers at his school were busy with this. He was really torn up about it for a variety of reasons. Most of it boils down to the fact that he's not planning on being a WV teacher next year so he's got no vested interested in this, combined with the fact that he's a dedicated teacher with a serious work ethic. It just goes against everything in him to *not* work on a day he's supposed to work. Plus, he just lost a day off the bonus they get for not missing work.
I called around 9:30 and asked how it was. He sounded good, happy to be out in the sunshine but pissed that there were teachers inside the school. I said "Are there donuts?" He said that yes, in fact, when fighting The Man there are usually donuts. Apparently it takes a significantly pumped blood sugar level to fight The Man. Fascinating.
The good news is that I stumbled upon a job fair being held in one of our neighboring counties this afternoon and he'll be home in plenty of time to throw on a nice shirt, print off a resume, and shake some hands. Everyone keep your fingers crossed.
Small child, fer serious, quit kicking my bladder.
How's *your* day?