Vacation: Part 1
Dec. 27th, 2005 03:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
joflasherFriday
Slink home early. Clean. Also, finally recieved in the mail the photo-references for a painting due on Monday. Please note, when I email you with instructions to mail me the photos, I don't normally mean snail mail. Sketch like the wind.
Saturday
Riding lesson. Spent over an hour side passing down the arena. Snow was falling off the roof and, according to Tisa, we had to both face the outer walls and stay away from them lest they eat us in big rumbling *thomps*. Can't blame her. She might have been right. Go home. Paint. Get migrain. Fall over blind and swearing. Of all the luck.
Sunday
Get up at the ass crack of dawn (~4:30) since the migrain had sent me to bed at sundown. Make the Boy a birthday cake. Wait. Fiddle with christmas tree. Wait. Clean. Wait. Paint. Wait. Make a huge breakfast. Wait. Get fed up at waiting and go pounce the Boy. Eat. Open gifts. Giggle at ferrets pouncing wrapping paper. Paint. Paint. Make HUGE dinner. Paint. Paint. Fall over.
Monday
Get up early. Paint. Eat birthday cake. Paint. Have Boy mat and frame painting. Swear because I left off some whiskers. Give up. Drive to nowhere New Hampshire. Help make HUGE dinner. Help burn HUGE dinner. Have nose go on strike due to all the smoke in the house. Eat HUGE dinner. Hand over painting. Get fuzzy pants of doom. Drive home in wind and snow and yuck. Frighten cats with fuzzy pants of doom.
Tuesday
Forget to get up early. Crawl out of bed wondering who's bright idea involved working today. Frighten Boy with fuzzy pants of doom. Nose still on strike. Hello, cold medicine. Frighten cats with fuzzy pants of doom. Actually, entire body is on strike. Yuck. Who ordered this mess? How does one small nose produce so much STUFF??? Hmmmmm...more cold medicine. Work. Decided I need to submit a proposal on a new weapon system based on fuzzy pants of doom. Did I mention the cold medicine? Wonder if I'm safe to drive home.
To Be Continued ...
Slink home early. Clean. Also, finally recieved in the mail the photo-references for a painting due on Monday. Please note, when I email you with instructions to mail me the photos, I don't normally mean snail mail. Sketch like the wind.
Saturday
Riding lesson. Spent over an hour side passing down the arena. Snow was falling off the roof and, according to Tisa, we had to both face the outer walls and stay away from them lest they eat us in big rumbling *thomps*. Can't blame her. She might have been right. Go home. Paint. Get migrain. Fall over blind and swearing. Of all the luck.
Sunday
Get up at the ass crack of dawn (~4:30) since the migrain had sent me to bed at sundown. Make the Boy a birthday cake. Wait. Fiddle with christmas tree. Wait. Clean. Wait. Paint. Wait. Make a huge breakfast. Wait. Get fed up at waiting and go pounce the Boy. Eat. Open gifts. Giggle at ferrets pouncing wrapping paper. Paint. Paint. Make HUGE dinner. Paint. Paint. Fall over.
Monday
Get up early. Paint. Eat birthday cake. Paint. Have Boy mat and frame painting. Swear because I left off some whiskers. Give up. Drive to nowhere New Hampshire. Help make HUGE dinner. Help burn HUGE dinner. Have nose go on strike due to all the smoke in the house. Eat HUGE dinner. Hand over painting. Get fuzzy pants of doom. Drive home in wind and snow and yuck. Frighten cats with fuzzy pants of doom.
Tuesday
Forget to get up early. Crawl out of bed wondering who's bright idea involved working today. Frighten Boy with fuzzy pants of doom. Nose still on strike. Hello, cold medicine. Frighten cats with fuzzy pants of doom. Actually, entire body is on strike. Yuck. Who ordered this mess? How does one small nose produce so much STUFF??? Hmmmmm...more cold medicine. Work. Decided I need to submit a proposal on a new weapon system based on fuzzy pants of doom. Did I mention the cold medicine? Wonder if I'm safe to drive home.
To Be Continued ...
