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today was a stab things with rusty spoons day at church. i slept through part of the service, luckily, but i couldn't quite avoid the lunch-table conversation with The Guy Who Went to Finland Even Though He Didn't Deserve To and his child, who was busy trying to make enough of a mess to entirely destroy the sanctuary and very nearly succeeded.
ron: katie. katie, sweetie, what are you doing? hey deb?
[crash]
ron: katie, honey, come sit down.
woman: [grabs katie and tries to wipe stickiness off her]
katie: [twists away]
ron: i think she prefers being sticky! thanks, though!
woman: [wipes up the floor with a paper napkin]
in other news, i came home and couldn't seem to think of anything i'd rather have done than sleep, barring the internet, but after lillian relinquished the phone line my mother claimed Ze Dinosaur on which to write lesson plans. and i slept from, oh, 1:30 till 4:30, essentially. hm. sleep all day *and* all night! it's the new black.
ron: katie. katie, sweetie, what are you doing? hey deb?
[crash]
ron: katie, honey, come sit down.
woman: [grabs katie and tries to wipe stickiness off her]
katie: [twists away]
ron: i think she prefers being sticky! thanks, though!
woman: [wipes up the floor with a paper napkin]
in other news, i came home and couldn't seem to think of anything i'd rather have done than sleep, barring the internet, but after lillian relinquished the phone line my mother claimed Ze Dinosaur on which to write lesson plans. and i slept from, oh, 1:30 till 4:30, essentially. hm. sleep all day *and* all night! it's the new black.