Six Friday Bits.
Irony. I keep a stockpile of DVDs of the dLife shows (different versions) at my desk at work. They are tucked neatly into a large Godiva chocolate box. Irony, anyone?
English majors. Chris and I designed the invitations to our engagement party and sent the proof to the printers. However, my editor/writer eyes and his editor/writer eyes did not notice that one of the E's had taken a bit of a jaunt off the proof. The invitations are sitting on my desk, all printed out and ready to send, inviting people to our enGAGment party. Oh dear. I've consulted with several friends, family members, and co-workers and they say "Send them out like that! You two are silly enough to get away with it." Okay. But for the record, we are going to proofread the actual wedding invitations until our eyes start to bleed. Misspelled invitations from the writers. Perfect.
Dexcom. Dexcom and I will reunite next week for a few days because my afternoon blood sugars look a little dodgy and require some reigning in. Posts to follow. Possibly graphs. And Siah may use a laser pointer to go through the Power Point presentation. Or she may run like a fool after the laser pointer until she tires herself out and falls asleep on my head. Again. Blasted cat.
Wedding. I bought a dress yesterday for a wedding we're going to in August. I love Ann Taylor to the point where I drove an hour of my way last night in commuter traffic to go pick up this gorgeous dress (they didn't have my size in Westport and I couldn't control the impulse). I am considering Ann Taylor for my bridesmaid dresses - classic, elegant, and they won't make anyone's wallet keel over and seize. I'm also seriously considering hiring a wedding consultant because I can't seem to make it all happen without issue. (See above "enGAGment" party.)
Sleep. Where fore art thou, sleep? I caught an article in Women's Health last month about how today's twenty somethings aren't catching nearly enough naps. Whatever do they mean? Isn't it normal to be up until 2 in the morning working on assorted goodies? Don't most people get 5 hours of sleep? Isn't sarcasm detectable over the internet? I think the hands on my internal clock are spinning wildly, because I haven't had a solid 8 hours of sleep in a few months. It's always go-go-go all the time - I'm itching to take a whole weekend and do NOTHING. Are we, as young people, cramming too much into one day? Is it normal to have a list of "to do" lists? Does anyone else stay up all freaking night?
Weekend. Heading home to RI as soon as possible, hoping the weather holds out and I have the chance to hit the beach for a few hours. Have a good weekend, and ... oh for crying out loud, Sausage. Get off my laptop.