End of the week stuff

This is how the rest of the week turned out.


Nordic Boy is still hacking up his lungs on a regular basis (OMG when will I stop talking about illnesses?). But he's getting better.


I discovered that some people, when they mean to say something like "I'm not sure I want to deal with that yet," say instead "not sure I want to rip the scab off of that one." WHY. Why would you say that? Please, stop, for the love of Lamont Sanford. No one should say that phrase ever. And while we are on the subject, I only recently became aware of the phrase "open the kimono." SHOO-WEE, really? Cease and desist, STAT.


I kept having conversations this week where I would talk, and then people would respond as if I had said something totally different than what I had actually said. It kept happening! This makes me wonder if I actually know what I am saying half the time. Let's not refer to this blog as evidence about that question.


I started an art project and then realized that I miscalculated the steps involved so I had to scrap the whole thing and start over. Most of the time I enjoy doing art for its own sake and not for a result (which is why I don't ever keep any of my stuff or I end up taking it apart or painting over it or whatever) but this time I was hella pissed. My exclamation of MOTHEREFFER could be heard throughout the land yesterday. I am pretty sure you probably heard it.


I have been listening to Selena Gomez, because apparently I am 12 years old.


Yep. A banner week.