Quiet weekend; it rained and was miserable most of the time, though now that everyone's back at work/school, the sun is peeping out.
I have RSI from jigsaw puzzling. I gave E a 1000 piece black and white Beatles jigsaw for Christmas (The Beatles were so in last year ;-)) and we've been working on it together in the library. I like doing them but my main motivation is to get it done so that I don't have jigsaw pieces everywhere for weeks. There's a huge patch of plain white; nothing to do but gather all the white bits and try them one by one in each hole...very tiring on the wrist. Ouch. Just finished.
I'm still working on the het D/s story although I don't think it's got anywhere near enough smut in it so it might be rejected and I can't seem to get a grasp on the thing apart from in bits. This rewritten one is better than the original though. Het is hard for me now. The dynamics are so different. It's like my driving; I learned to drive stick in England and did so for 15 years, then we moved here, I got used to an automatic and now if I try to drive David's Saab (which has something like 7 gears) I stall it and panic and sweat dewily.
Het is my stick shift :-)
'What the eye don't see, the heart don't grieve over'. How true. We got back from food shopping on Saturday, pulled onto the drive -- and far up the road, crossing it with a casual air was a ginger cat.
I'd know my Talisker anywhere.
Why he was so far away -- crossing roads!!! -- I do not know. We jumped out, raced up to him as he lounged on someone's drive and as soon as we got close, he disappeared into their back garden and hid under the steps up to their deck.
I didn't think twice; I went and got him, trespassing shamelessly. I think he was a bit bemused. Why is Mommy HERE, when she lives on the couch, making a lap for me? Does not compute. However, lured my my dulcet, desperate puss-pussing and then dragged out bodily, we got him home, scolding and stroking all the way.
I had to let him out again; he goes mad if he's kept in, but now I'm worrying. Our road is wide and though it's not busy-busy, it gets a fair bit of traffic. I guess he's survived it for 12 years...but that's not much comfort.
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marguerite_26 just phoned and I'm passing on the message that she has computer woes and will be afk for 4-5 days possibly :-(
I've always sneered loftily at the girls freaking out over their makeovers on the Next Top Model shows (it's the ones with Rapunzel hair who have their split ends trimmed and go into a meltdown that bug me) but I take it all back. On a whim, with roots and gray showing, I decided to save some money and color my hair at home. Instead of my usual blonde, I daringly went for copper blonde. I keep seeing myself in the mirror and I have red hair! Totally odd and hard to get used to.
Sorry, models.
The good thing is that like Magrat, whatever I do to my hair fades away fast and it goes back to being its usual limp, mousy self :-)
I have RSI from jigsaw puzzling. I gave E a 1000 piece black and white Beatles jigsaw for Christmas (The Beatles were so in last year ;-)) and we've been working on it together in the library. I like doing them but my main motivation is to get it done so that I don't have jigsaw pieces everywhere for weeks. There's a huge patch of plain white; nothing to do but gather all the white bits and try them one by one in each hole...very tiring on the wrist. Ouch. Just finished.
I'm still working on the het D/s story although I don't think it's got anywhere near enough smut in it so it might be rejected and I can't seem to get a grasp on the thing apart from in bits. This rewritten one is better than the original though. Het is hard for me now. The dynamics are so different. It's like my driving; I learned to drive stick in England and did so for 15 years, then we moved here, I got used to an automatic and now if I try to drive David's Saab (which has something like 7 gears) I stall it and panic and sweat dewily.
Het is my stick shift :-)
'What the eye don't see, the heart don't grieve over'. How true. We got back from food shopping on Saturday, pulled onto the drive -- and far up the road, crossing it with a casual air was a ginger cat.
I'd know my Talisker anywhere.
Why he was so far away -- crossing roads!!! -- I do not know. We jumped out, raced up to him as he lounged on someone's drive and as soon as we got close, he disappeared into their back garden and hid under the steps up to their deck.
I didn't think twice; I went and got him, trespassing shamelessly. I think he was a bit bemused. Why is Mommy HERE, when she lives on the couch, making a lap for me? Does not compute. However, lured my my dulcet, desperate puss-pussing and then dragged out bodily, we got him home, scolding and stroking all the way.
I had to let him out again; he goes mad if he's kept in, but now I'm worrying. Our road is wide and though it's not busy-busy, it gets a fair bit of traffic. I guess he's survived it for 12 years...but that's not much comfort.
marguerite_26 just phoned and I'm passing on the message that she has computer woes and will be afk for 4-5 days possibly :-(I've always sneered loftily at the girls freaking out over their makeovers on the Next Top Model shows (it's the ones with Rapunzel hair who have their split ends trimmed and go into a meltdown that bug me) but I take it all back. On a whim, with roots and gray showing, I decided to save some money and color my hair at home. Instead of my usual blonde, I daringly went for copper blonde. I keep seeing myself in the mirror and I have red hair! Totally odd and hard to get used to.
Sorry, models.
The good thing is that like Magrat, whatever I do to my hair fades away fast and it goes back to being its usual limp, mousy self :-)
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LOL! reminds me of when i used to henna my hair and get a reddish auburn colour (my hair was dark brown in those days), and the few gray hairs were a nice orange hightlight. then after a long period of not bothering, i did it again and ended up with bright, carrot orange hair with a few dark lowlights... very disconcerting.
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And massive empathy on the cat thing. The sweetie nearly had an aneurysm when she realised her beloved thug boy was crossing our very busy road.
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