Unfortunately, I’ve got family coming for the next five days (why?) and so napping will be sporadic slash probably not a thing. And it sucks because it’s the side of the family I like less and that requires a fuckton more work.
Even more unfortunately, it’s the side of the family that isn’t poly-aware, so I can’t hang out with Pup at all now that I actually have free time.
Send help.
Out with the lovely Star having drinks and discussing poly problems and plans for tying me up on New Year’s. Be jealous.
I have to finish grading some of my students’ papers.
But instead I’m going to a munch first and having a stiff drink.
Because priorities.
Another one for the birthday boy.
So, I’ve got a teensy hangover.
But it was worth it in recovering from having to deal with relatives visiting this past week and having to sit still at home while Sir went out on a first date yesterday afternoon.
Honestly, whiskey tastes like him now.
heading out tonight as I have essentially just finished my undergrad.
Craftsmate makes me green drinks
called ivysaurs because he thinks he is hilarious.
See you all tomorrow morning. Or more realistically tomorrow afternoon.
Just another photo that reminds me of the birthday boy.
Link to this image submitted by sage-green, who appears to be taking my upcoming birthday VERY seriously.
Followers, you’ve officially got a week as of ten minutes ago.
So, my birthday is coming up. All of my friends and loved ones keep asking me what I want. And to be honest, I’ve been having trouble answering them. I’m not too big on technology. I have enough bath/shower supplies and perfumes to keep me through my twenties. I am fairly content with the amount of clothing I have (slash no one is able to size me properly because I have a disproportionally big butt and a small torso). Bottom line: I never know what to tell people when they ask me what I want.
With this in mind, I give you…
Item Number One on Ivy’s Birthday Wishlist.
Questions?