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Aug. 14th, 2004 09:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
snoweeEnd of this week:
Wednesday, evening: get on to check email and read LJ friends.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
helvissa gets "Girlfriend in a Coma" stuck in my head.
Wednesday, bedtime: GIC running through brain as I can't sleep.
Thursday, early morning: wake to go pee. Two seconds later, brain sings "Girlfriend in a coma I know...I know... it's serious..." For a moment I wonder what a GIC wig is and why it is haunting me.
Thursday, later morning: FF songs are in my head and I'm okay with that!
Thursday, daytime: go shopping at hardware store. Two notes of musak sound like GIC and the song sticks in my head again. Later, I feel proud because the sprayer we bought for the sink isn't working (though it was the only one available) but I figure out how to leave the old base and attach the new top and voila! I fix it myself! I'm so handy...
Thursday evening: pick peaches off our growing tree. Not too many, but too many to eat. About 2 bushels worth. Singing FF while harvesting. Little One tries to help. She grabbed a peach, pulled, and when it snapped off, the branch flew up, throwing 6-7 beautifully ripe peaches to the ground...bruising them and rendering them useless. Might have had 3 bushels if I didn't let her help. He he he.
Thursday night: GIC is back.
Friday: spent the day makin' JAM! Peach jam. Peach raspberry jam. Peach strawberry jam. Peach blueberry jam. Yummy! GIC is gone. Woohoo!
Friday, late night. Hubby has taken the week off and we spend the evening talking. He says something about a wig and I tell him about the song that's been stuck in my head over a wig comment made by someone I barely know on the internet.
Saturday morning: GIC is back...
Kill me.
Wednesday, evening: get on to check email and read LJ friends.
helvissa gets "Girlfriend in a Coma" stuck in my head.Wednesday, bedtime: GIC running through brain as I can't sleep.
Thursday, early morning: wake to go pee. Two seconds later, brain sings "Girlfriend in a coma I know...I know... it's serious..." For a moment I wonder what a GIC wig is and why it is haunting me.
Thursday, later morning: FF songs are in my head and I'm okay with that!
Thursday, daytime: go shopping at hardware store. Two notes of musak sound like GIC and the song sticks in my head again. Later, I feel proud because the sprayer we bought for the sink isn't working (though it was the only one available) but I figure out how to leave the old base and attach the new top and voila! I fix it myself! I'm so handy...
Thursday evening: pick peaches off our growing tree. Not too many, but too many to eat. About 2 bushels worth. Singing FF while harvesting. Little One tries to help. She grabbed a peach, pulled, and when it snapped off, the branch flew up, throwing 6-7 beautifully ripe peaches to the ground...bruising them and rendering them useless. Might have had 3 bushels if I didn't let her help. He he he.
Thursday night: GIC is back.
Friday: spent the day makin' JAM! Peach jam. Peach raspberry jam. Peach strawberry jam. Peach blueberry jam. Yummy! GIC is gone. Woohoo!
Friday, late night. Hubby has taken the week off and we spend the evening talking. He says something about a wig and I tell him about the song that's been stuck in my head over a wig comment made by someone I barely know on the internet.
Saturday morning: GIC is back...
Kill me.
