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sethrakI heart Davner so very much sometimes. ::points to new icon::
Today's plan was a trip to the playground by the new housing construction site in the morning, lunch, then escape to Walmart's air conditioning in the heat of the afternoon. Unfortunately I'm having stomach issues, so I'd rather not pry broken zip ties that blew from the construction fence liner out of Jack's hands, or prevent Mark from trying to squirm between tightly clumped fir trees, etc.
Instead we are watching Curious George on DVD until lunch. We'll bring home Mark-safe popsicles, which I daresay he will not touch, and have Chinese takeout and home made chicken for dinner. Then I will engage in a frenzy of caffeine-and-PMS-powered organizing, whilst Dav writes fic and hides. (I swear, the only menstrual symptoms Mirena has diminished have been the cramps and flow. Everything else is equal to or greater than my non-Mirena symptoms. If I didn't have Zodlings to wrangle during the day, I'd probably reach levels of cleaning that would frighten Peter Walsh. And eat enough onion dip to make my breathe violate the Clean Air Act.)
Today's plan was a trip to the playground by the new housing construction site in the morning, lunch, then escape to Walmart's air conditioning in the heat of the afternoon. Unfortunately I'm having stomach issues, so I'd rather not pry broken zip ties that blew from the construction fence liner out of Jack's hands, or prevent Mark from trying to squirm between tightly clumped fir trees, etc.
Instead we are watching Curious George on DVD until lunch. We'll bring home Mark-safe popsicles, which I daresay he will not touch, and have Chinese takeout and home made chicken for dinner. Then I will engage in a frenzy of caffeine-and-PMS-powered organizing, whilst Dav writes fic and hides. (I swear, the only menstrual symptoms Mirena has diminished have been the cramps and flow. Everything else is equal to or greater than my non-Mirena symptoms. If I didn't have Zodlings to wrangle during the day, I'd probably reach levels of cleaning that would frighten Peter Walsh. And eat enough onion dip to make my breathe violate the Clean Air Act.)
