Thursday, March 11, 2010

Tempus fugit

Isn't that Latin for time flies? I don't even have time to google it for myself. Gas food lodgers have been on the move, on the hoof, in the van, hoptoiting all over it seems. For example, yesterday morning I blew off work, had PT at home for Hannah and Claire with me, dropped Hannah at day care and went to Claire's very first ever dental visit (not a success) grabbed bad fast food to eat in the car on the way to art class, dropped Claire back at day care and hit Costco for necessities then back home to put the dinner I would be serving my bookclub later on delay bake and finally back to court for work after spilling my venti caramel machiato and having to get a replacement. After work I had eight friends over for the most relaxing part of the day, as I served them everyone's favorite homemade mac and cheese. Ahh.
I am working on stuff to get lined up for an upcoming conference, scheduling a bunch of extra medical and dental stuff and working on costumes for the St. Patty's Day Parade this weekend. I promise to be more delightful soon. Entertaining and delightful.


  1. Ah, just post a picture of the red-head and everyone will be happy.

  2. I still remember the old joke in Latin class about Tempus Fugit; something about Catullus and someone stealing his sun dial. Good luck with Saint Patrick's day.