One time only
Feb. 20th, 2007 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zahrynFor the first time ever in the history of me (I believe) I have called in sick to work, even though I am not actually really sick. I have been migraine-y and headache-y all weekend with some interesting visual effects, but last night I was just not safe to drive. It's a slippery slope, but I managed to justify it by the fact that I did wake up with a headache again this morning.
This last is partially due to the inopportune moment my left thumb chose to go numb (in a migraine-threatening type way), and also partially to do with crumble frottage and an excess of custard-y goodness. It is also, and lastly, due to the vixenish, satin words of a graduate thief of time who beguiled me into not washing up until after lunch and then stole my afternoon, the washing up didn't get done until dinner time, which was then delayed by my "titting around with the butter" during the making of the great and thin-topped apple crumble.
While Paul was busily chair manning the archer committee meeting, Sarah and I talked even more while she knitted (don't worry, I kept my distance and was safe from the Magic, Alchemy and Rocket Science that she practices in weaving her mystic art...or socks.) Then once Paul was home, and after a rousing chorus of: (sung to the ovaltinie tune)
"We are the Chairmans Bitches
Slutty girls and toys"
I got my bed re-made for another night.
Prize quote from last night "it's odd, by nature of it's complete lack of oddity"
This last is partially due to the inopportune moment my left thumb chose to go numb (in a migraine-threatening type way), and also partially to do with crumble frottage and an excess of custard-y goodness. It is also, and lastly, due to the vixenish, satin words of a graduate thief of time who beguiled me into not washing up until after lunch and then stole my afternoon, the washing up didn't get done until dinner time, which was then delayed by my "titting around with the butter" during the making of the great and thin-topped apple crumble.
While Paul was busily chair manning the archer committee meeting, Sarah and I talked even more while she knitted (don't worry, I kept my distance and was safe from the Magic, Alchemy and Rocket Science that she practices in weaving her mystic art...or socks.) Then once Paul was home, and after a rousing chorus of: (sung to the ovaltinie tune)
"We are the Chairmans Bitches
Slutty girls and toys"
I got my bed re-made for another night.
Prize quote from last night "it's odd, by nature of it's complete lack of oddity"
