I'm Baaaack!
2004-11-28, 8:55 p.m.

Otto The Peevish here (my pirate name, love it) with a little bit o�fun, brain cell ignition optional:

Oscar Wilde: The Portrait of Dorian Gray. You are a
horror novel from the world of dandies, rich
pretty boys, art and aesthetics, and
intellectual debates between ethical people and
decadent pleasure-seekers. You value beauty and
pleasure but realize their dangers, as well.


Which literature classic are you?
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You Are the Reformer

1 You're a responsible person - with a clear sense of right and wrong. High standards are important to you, and you do everything to meet them. You are your own worst critic, feeling ashamed if you're not perfect. You have the highest integrity, and people expect you to be fair.

You Are From the Sun

Of all your friends, you're the shining star. You're dramatic - loving attention and the spotlight. You're a totally entertainer and the life of the party. Watch out! The Sun can be stubborn, demanding, and flirty. Overall, you're a great leader and great friend. The very best!

How flattering. Today it�s back to Planet Tired.

Our trip, condensed version:
Pack drive eat sleep work drive eat sleep work work work work sleep work eat work drive drive drive.

On Wed. we went to see Mama and S.O. in SC, arrived late as usual due to a morning of frantic house-related phone calls, ate like rabid hogs, and fell into bed. Thanksgiving morning we helped a little around the house. Hubby hung some pictures and dug heavy boxes of Christmas decorations out of the attic and shed, we ate ourselves silly again, and headed to see Hubby�s parents in NC. We ate yet another massive meal as soon as we arrived and rolled off to bed in a tryptophanic stupor. Friday we set up their Christmas tree, put up the ribbons outside on the fence and lampposts, and helped as best we could with Hubby�s dad. There was dismal news at his doctor�s appointment that afternoon: he has a bulging abdominal aneurysm, but the doctor wasn�t concerned about it, because �his lungs are so bad they�ll get him before the aneurysm does.� FIL was weak and tired, we could see a definite downward change since just early October, and there is a noticeable strain on MIL�s health as well. I wish we lived closer so we could help on a daily basis. Hubby made some minor repairs on the beach house, we bathed their little poodle, we did a bit more dadsitting, and left late afternoon for home. A too-quick but nice visit at Hubby�s brother�s home, a good greezy chicken meal in Florence, and we made our long way home in the rain.

The drive to SC was an exercise in eating away the remnants of my stomach lining. We left here thinking that a deal had been met regarding our intended domicile; our realtor called while we were en route and informed us of a snag in negotiations. There was no restful sleep for Sally until Friday, when all things were ironed out and apparently papers were signed. Nobody called to inform us otherwise, so I�m erring on the side of blissfully ignorant. As Hubby said, he won�t be entirely certain it�s ours until after closing when we are presented with the house keys. I just want to go to my happy place with my fruit-flavored Tums and dream of a new sofa. Let me be.

The closer it gets to bedtime, and therefore Monday morning, the more ill my children become. They�re like Pavlov�s dog�8pm and they have headaches and are perilously close to hurling chunks. They�re conditioned to develop the Plague on any given school night. Tomorrow their heads can spin and they can levitate and spew pea soup for all I care, THEY ARE GOING TO SCHOOL.

I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving, if you traveled I hope you made it there and back again safely, and I wish you all a marvelous Monday. I�ll be in my happy place, crunching fruity chalk and humming.

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