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Okay, I just wrote 'busty' for 'busy' :;peeks down:; Yes, that works, too.
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way2busymom! Which is what I am but I hope you find a moment of calm and peace to enjoy your special day :;much love::
So busy. Working so hard. I was folding laundry at midnight which is possibly the most sick and twisted thing I've ever done because, hello? Midnight!
I cleaned the house solidly for hours and hours and hours and I'm down to some pockets of resistance like the playroom/basement and I have the kitchen floor to do.
I also had to shovel massive amounts of snow. No! You don't get to have a storm when David's flying overnight from San Francsico and his parents arrive this afternoon from England. Luckily he arrived at 7.45 so got to come to Lauren's Christmas concert (the cuteness! Off the scale!) "Who's got a sack all full of toys? Oh BOY!" before heading off to work. Then he has to turn around and drive all the way back into Toronto airport again. Why they can't let him have the day off to recover, I don't know.
Got another book to proofread (for money! Paid to read smut; it doesn't get much better than that...) and managed to get a good chunk of it done last night.
Watched Thirty Eight Minutes with commentary and kept rewinding to confirm that yes, Sheppard's hand is on Ford's thigh all the time for comfort when they're stuck in the jumper :;dies of the Sheppard/Ford love::
Okay. Kitchen floor. Here we go...
Happy Birthday
way2busymom! Which is what I am but I hope you find a moment of calm and peace to enjoy your special day :;much love::So busy. Working so hard. I was folding laundry at midnight which is possibly the most sick and twisted thing I've ever done because, hello? Midnight!
I cleaned the house solidly for hours and hours and hours and I'm down to some pockets of resistance like the playroom/basement and I have the kitchen floor to do.
I also had to shovel massive amounts of snow. No! You don't get to have a storm when David's flying overnight from San Francsico and his parents arrive this afternoon from England. Luckily he arrived at 7.45 so got to come to Lauren's Christmas concert (the cuteness! Off the scale!) "Who's got a sack all full of toys? Oh BOY!" before heading off to work. Then he has to turn around and drive all the way back into Toronto airport again. Why they can't let him have the day off to recover, I don't know.
Got another book to proofread (for money! Paid to read smut; it doesn't get much better than that...) and managed to get a good chunk of it done last night.
Watched Thirty Eight Minutes with commentary and kept rewinding to confirm that yes, Sheppard's hand is on Ford's thigh all the time for comfort when they're stuck in the jumper :;dies of the Sheppard/Ford love::
Okay. Kitchen floor. Here we go...