it must be spring

Yesterday I was having randy impulses toward random people, and last night had a very inappropriate dream about a fellow castmember.

My my, I do declare. That warm weather is starting to get to me. *fans self in a distinctly Southern fashion*

[100 days of 100 words] 59/100 Gratitude for my weird life

Some days you get work done, some days you don’t.

Some days you lounge around with a baby, walk in the sun, pick out pictures for your hallway, talk with your husband in Germany, go out to dinner with a friend, then just when you sit down to do work, wind up at your sweetie’s house, where his wife shows off her new suit and gives you Japanese whiskey, and he plays you Was (Not Was) and makes you fall over laughing with stories.

There’s no real work getting done tonight. And you know, I think that’s kind of okay.