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I suppose I should write something here. I'm alive, I think? Just can't be arsed to write much, since nothing really happens that's worthy of me writing about. Steve's going to go to Glasgow and Edinburgh for work within the next couple of weeks--and he's thinking they'll want him out for 3-4 days or maybe even a week. Iain mentioned something about staying here for the week, since it's likely it'll still be summer holidays for him. I'll slit my throat if he does, urgh. I think me and the cat by ourselves could get on quite well.
Waiting on the delivery peeps to bring our new refridgerator today. I like the whole 12-6pm window they have, that's so specific when dealing with frozen food that we had to send to Steve's ex-wife's house for the day since we had to defrost ours. And we have the kids tonight. And they seriously need to go back to school, fucking lazy pricks the whole lot of them. Thankfully we'll be doing back to school shopping soon, September can't really come fast enough--not that I'm wishing away my life, I'd hate to do that :(
Oh, and WoW. Still doing that too.
~Tams
Waiting on the delivery peeps to bring our new refridgerator today. I like the whole 12-6pm window they have, that's so specific when dealing with frozen food that we had to send to Steve's ex-wife's house for the day since we had to defrost ours. And we have the kids tonight. And they seriously need to go back to school, fucking lazy pricks the whole lot of them. Thankfully we'll be doing back to school shopping soon, September can't really come fast enough--not that I'm wishing away my life, I'd hate to do that :(
Oh, and WoW. Still doing that too.
~Tams
