we all know you're soft cause we've all seen you dancing

Apple pie for breakfast?
Sure, why not.

It's been an incredibly long and runrunrun weekend. I even learned how to knit! Though, I'm sure when I pick my practice stitches back up I'll have forgotten every single damn thing that Carrie told me. Hrrm. I plan on buying needles this evening, when we go out with my brother (and his molestor mustache) for Christmas shopping for our mother. Maybe even a skein of yarn to play with.

Almost everything has been wrapped and put under our more wee than usual tree. There's a few odds and ends (most notably, two presents for the Engineer) that haven't been done yet. Other than that, they're all finished.

I'm so tired, my eyelids are fluttery. Sleep at some point would be nice, but I doubt that's forthcoming. Can't say that I'm unhappy, though. Having Carrie here with me is quite nice.

Even though she goads me into racing little Jeeps whilst we're out driving. Little Jeeps that have bumper stickers that say, "my GUN is Y2K compliant!"

I won, of course. ^_^

sheesh.

Wearing the fabled "Hey-Look-At-My-Tits!" bra to work was probably not the wisest of judgement calls I've ever made in my life. Especially in a tight sweater-girl type sweater.

I can't walk very fast through the office, like I normally do, because of this. I just noticed this as I went to make my morning second tea.

Goddamnit.

>:O