Well, I just caught up with my reading on Sarah's Fiendish Plot and discovered that I have some things I need to respond to.
What is up with our yard boy being disapointed in us??? He's the yard boy! And yet, how often has he even been in our yard this year? Twice? Three times? Now, I don't mean to disparage (and certainly don't want to discourage him from doing it again) -- I really appreciate the hours he's spent back there making it pretty and bringing order to the chaos. BUT - I've spent a whole lot more time out there this summer than he has. I hurt my back for one week and couldn't go pull weeds. And what's his response? He's disapointed in us? Cut the guilt-trip, buddy. If you don't like the state of our yard, come fix it yourself. We're doing the best we can. (Sarah, I'm sorry I wasn't at the dinner party to deliver this rant in person. I'm done now. If he ever tries to pull that again just point him in my direction.)
And as someone who gets to eat the leftovers, I must concur. Sarah's a great cook.
Now Sarah, about feeling guilty/shamed about using WebVan.... You've got way too much guilt in your life, girl. How does it make you less of a woman to have someone deliver your groceries? It greatly increases your geek levels to order them online, which I thought was a good thing. And even if you ordered them by phone, that's what cool old European expats do. You just don't know how cool you are.
And finally, you really must tell us all how the Peapod ordering went, now that you've set it up as something requiring combat pay.
Books: Yay! chapter 53 is done! Ok, I cheated and skipped 52, but it'll be pretty fun to write when I have a few minutes to sit down and write it. Could be longish. Then on to other events on this one ... eventful... day. Lots of chapters all on this one day. Busy people finally get their turn on the set. And I think I've found a couple of chapters I can condense into one. I'm ready to be done with the first draft of this book.
Now I have to go outside and tackle the runaway morning glory that has decided to take over our backyard (Tripp, a.k.a "The Yard Boy", was most disappointed with us.) If you don't hear from me, that means the morning glory won.
What is up with our yard boy being disapointed in us??? He's the yard boy! And yet, how often has he even been in our yard this year? Twice? Three times? Now, I don't mean to disparage (and certainly don't want to discourage him from doing it again) -- I really appreciate the hours he's spent back there making it pretty and bringing order to the chaos. BUT - I've spent a whole lot more time out there this summer than he has. I hurt my back for one week and couldn't go pull weeds. And what's his response? He's disapointed in us? Cut the guilt-trip, buddy. If you don't like the state of our yard, come fix it yourself. We're doing the best we can. (Sarah, I'm sorry I wasn't at the dinner party to deliver this rant in person. I'm done now. If he ever tries to pull that again just point him in my direction.)
And as someone who gets to eat the leftovers, I must concur. Sarah's a great cook.
Now Sarah, about feeling guilty/shamed about using WebVan.... You've got way too much guilt in your life, girl. How does it make you less of a woman to have someone deliver your groceries? It greatly increases your geek levels to order them online, which I thought was a good thing. And even if you ordered them by phone, that's what cool old European expats do. You just don't know how cool you are.
And finally, you really must tell us all how the Peapod ordering went, now that you've set it up as something requiring combat pay.
Books: Yay! chapter 53 is done! Ok, I cheated and skipped 52, but it'll be pretty fun to write when I have a few minutes to sit down and write it. Could be longish. Then on to other events on this one ... eventful... day. Lots of chapters all on this one day. Busy people finally get their turn on the set. And I think I've found a couple of chapters I can condense into one. I'm ready to be done with the first draft of this book.
