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[valancystirling]

You know, at some point I'm going to have to put on actual clothes and try to get stuff done. I have about 54398475938745 loads of laundry to do, and I haven't even started yet.

You know how at work when lots of people make lots of weird things in the breakroom microwave, and after a while it has a weird smell often because some bastard made fish or a really heinous Lean Cuisine? Well, that's how our microwave smells right now. I couldn't stomach cleaning it, so Jake did it, and I could still smell it, so I held my breath and cleaned it again. I can STILL SMELL IT. I just can't deal with this.

Yesterday I ate so much I wanted to die the whole rest of the night. We went to Uno's and I totally pigged out, but it was SO GOOD. Food hasn't tasted that good in weeks. I felt like I weighed 300 pounds though, and I still don't feel completely normal. I think the worst is mostly past, but I don't feel all that great even now. I just ate a whole package of frozen peas.

I think I'm going to make this because I think I actually have yarn for it. Taylor, remember on our road trip that yarn house we stopped at? I'm going to use yarn I got there. If I run out, I'm going all the way back to get more. That was a pretty stretch of road and I'd like Jake to see it anyway.

I hate that when I'm at work I am hugely motivated to work hard and get stuff done, take initiative, seek out new tasks, etc, and at home I can't even get myself out of my bathrobe at 1:30 in the afternoon. There are a few small easy things that would take me a half hour tops, but I have kept putting them off for literally weeks. I should be fired from my life.

I had this horrible flash of realisation last night in the car that, Oh my God, by the end of this year we will have a real live BABY. Our neighbors will probably have CPS on speed dial. Dear lord.

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[room342.livejournal.com]

It's super-cute. Speaking of food, last week when I got lost on the way to the grocery store I pulled over at an Italian ice cream place that starts with a P, I think. They had coconut. And pineapple, and you were not there; what a waste. It probably wasn't too far from your mom's old apartment either.

[valancystirling.livejournal.com]

mmmm, that sounds good. Right now I'm drinking this pina colada flavored smoothie type thing but it tastes like fake coconut.

Also, it's your turn to think of something for us to look for all over the city next time I'm there. Although I do insist that we go back to Mia Luna for tres leches. So be thinking about what you want.

[spoothbrush.livejournal.com]

Try putting either vinegar or a cut up lemon in your microwave and just leaving it for a while. It is often good on weird smells.

[valancystirling.livejournal.com]

I have vinegar. I'll try that right now.

[room342.livejournal.com]

I posted to this from my e-mail Monday but it never went through.
As soon as I wake up I'll rewrite it.

[room342.livejournal.com]

Ohhh Damn, I ate that Pub Mix, with MSG- I will not be waking up until Friday. MSG is the devil. Maybe we should look for NO MSG Chinese food all over the city, though I'm too groggy to remember whether you even like unauthentic Chinese food. Spumoni is my other idea.

[valancystirling.livejournal.com]

In honor of you, I also will not be waking up until Friday.

I love the Spumoni idea.

What does MSG do to you?

[room342.livejournal.com]

Ha- I didn't even realize how unclear that was. MSG makes me tired in the sleepiest way ( as opposed to feverish, weak tired) Spumoni it is! We'll end up at some Italian lady's house/restaurant and she won't let us leave until we're stuffed. You are the best of friends; one day I will walk around with a pregnant pillow and practice lamaze, in honor of you.

[valancystirling.livejournal.com]

We need more Italian grandmother-types in our lives. Be careful with the pregnant pillow, you might tip over.

[room342.livejournal.com]

I'll dream tonight about tipping over because of a pregnant pillow.

[room342.livejournal.com]

This was on MSN this morning- they are tips for not yelling at your kid:

"Sing. Even though you really want to begin screaming, start singing, particularly a song your kid hates. The worse your voice, the louder you should sing.

Put yourself in time-out. When you feel the yell building, leave the room. Go to your bedroom, close the door, and lie on the bed with a cold washcloth over your face."