I'll never shut up about it
Jul. 5th, 2005 02:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Snakes like rain. Who knew? I blundered outside yesterday without my usual wariness because, hey, it was raining. Any self-respecting non-desert reptile would hole up under a bush or something, right? WRONG. I scared the crap out of a snake on the sidewalk. And vice versa.
My son has only ever had one crush on a girl, a girl he left behind when he left preschool. I don't think she even ever knew--he just mentioned her to me a few times. Today, at camp? Guess who's in his group.
Doctor visit went well, although we're staying on asthma/allergy meds for the foreseeable future. PITA. There were no real delays; ergo, no homicides in the waiting room.
Is it a bad sign when your boss singles YOU out to help her correctly spell "Schizophrenia?" I should have made a better show of it; instead of going to the dictionary I should have said "Hang on, it's on one of my prescription bottles" and pretended to rummage through my purse. I always think of the funny stuff 2 hours later.
There is not enough Diet Pepsi in the free world to slake my thirst for it today.
My son has only ever had one crush on a girl, a girl he left behind when he left preschool. I don't think she even ever knew--he just mentioned her to me a few times. Today, at camp? Guess who's in his group.
Doctor visit went well, although we're staying on asthma/allergy meds for the foreseeable future. PITA. There were no real delays; ergo, no homicides in the waiting room.
Is it a bad sign when your boss singles YOU out to help her correctly spell "Schizophrenia?" I should have made a better show of it; instead of going to the dictionary I should have said "Hang on, it's on one of my prescription bottles" and pretended to rummage through my purse. I always think of the funny stuff 2 hours later.
There is not enough Diet Pepsi in the free world to slake my thirst for it today.
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Date: 2005-07-05 07:41 pm (UTC)You are not alone.
As I was casually talking to a coworker at the pool today (safely ensconsed on the *other* side of the fence to alleviate some of my hydrophobia), I reached up to place a hand on the top of the chain-link fence. Only to put the tips of three fingers onto a FREAKIN' FROG. I managed to skitter to once side, shaking my hand frantically, without screaming, but the concerned coworker freaked out a little (by association, I guess?) and begged to know what the problem was. I told him it was a huge, nasty, scary, (explative deleted) FROG, and for some reason he went to look for it.
I skulked back to my office to the sound of the lifeguard and the coworker making tremendous fun of me for being afraid of the tiny, harmless, baby frog, and spent the next several minutes scrubbing my hands with antibacterial soap and hand sanitizer.
I can still sorta feel it on my ring finger.. UGH.
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Date: 2005-07-05 07:42 pm (UTC)Girl + camp
Date: 2005-07-06 03:00 pm (UTC)