June 23rd, 2008

Texas, the stars at night are big and bright, y'all come back now y'here?

In which I express my joy at being a "maturing" woman.

A.K.A, old enough to know better.

This weekend was full of excitement and adventure and noisy, dirty boys with questionable hygiene. And beer. Looooots of beer. Collapse )

I did come home to a spotless house and happy kids, so there's that. *loves on my family* In other news, last Friday I got a wild hair and rearranged the furniture in my office and dining room, including moving my 1200 pound piano with almost non-functioning caster wheels. I'm still sore, and I'm riddled with bruises to the point where I look like I need a heroin intervention. o_0 (I'm a delicate rose-petal, skin-wise.)

Lastly, I'm reading a really interesting and funny book, The Peculiar Memories of Thomas Penman by Bruce Robinson. I'm only 48 pages in, but I'm enjoying those 48 pages immensely. (Um, not for the squeamish, by the way.)