Stephieface

The Overtime is starting to slow, and thankfully enough my kids have started to remember who I am. I’m starting to see the light of day again… but only just barely.

My birthday is coming up next week- but the Mister already got me an awesome gift… Season 1 of Torchwood- which is fan-fucking-tabulous. We started it last night. If tonight wasn’t Battlestar Galactica night it would be all watched up now.

For a while there I lost my phone, and searched everywhere for it. I looked everywhere about a billion times. One of my work friends suggested I check my car, and I scoffed at her. I scoffed at her 1) because I had already looked in my car five or six times scurrying about it like a squirrel in a tree, exploring all its nooks and crannies and 2) because I drive a 93 Mitsubishi Eclipse… my car is so small that if I had left my phone in there it would be taking up the entire passenger seat and be playing with the radio stations . Tonight, while picking up nephew Darius for a weekend sleepover, I was installing his car seat in the back and low and behold… shoved between the seat and the car wall was my phone. I have no idea how it got all the way back there and out where it was since I have been the only person in my car since we purchased it.

Maybe my car is haunted… sweet… I hope the ghost likes Jonathon Coulton because that’s all I play when I drive.

I know I’ve said this a lot since November, but the reason for the quietness around here (did I hear crickets just now?) is because I’m working a lot of overtime

a lot of overtime

a plethora of overtime

a bunch of overtime

a gaggle of overtime

a shit ton of overtime

There are probably 3 hours from when I wake to when I go to sleep that I am not at work, and one of them is for getting ready to go to work. I promise though, at the very least, I’ll write once a week.

Until then, the Mister got his surgery done in November and today he received a Bone Stimulator… I informed him that she better not be blonde.