August 8th, 2005

hobbes-bleah!

PITY PARTY FOR 1

We had a power outage yesterday evening while we were gone, and I set the clock right before I went to bed at 11:30...only I set it wrong and when the alarm went off at 7 a.m. this morning and I hit the snooze thinking I could doze another 5 minutes, Anders said to me, "Liz, it's 8 o'clock, what are you doing?" And I screamed and leaped and swore bad words and raced around like a chicken with my head cut off, and then I went to work.

And I worked really damn hard and I didn't leave until 6 p.m. and when I got home I found out where my family, who I had called 3x during the day, and who hadn't answered the phone, had been: AT THE BEACH. The most lovely day of the entire summer and I was inside. Working. Hard. ALL DAY.

*sob*

Here are brand new photos of my kiddos to amuse you, while I go sit in a corner and whine about the unfairness of it all. Stupid weather.



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