kittydesade | (no subject)

Teastaíonn cupán cócó uaim.
An dteastaíonn ~~bartóg~~ uait?
Teastaíonn mála siúcra uaithi.
Teastaíonn cupán caifé uaidh.
Teastaíonn lá saor uainn.
Teastaíonn eolas uaibh.
Teastaíonn paicéad uathu.

Tá tuilleadh eolas uaim.
Tá tuilleadh codladh uainn.

Okay, with one vocab exception it looks like I've got this. Or at least, I've definitely got the principle of the construction. All that remains is to memorize the personal forms of the preposition. Which took a lot less time than I thought!

Boy brought home doughnuts for breakfast. Boy is a thoughtful boy. Though I still don't entirely understand why his co-workers are bringing in free food. What the hell, we got doughnuts and salad greens (seriously?) and english muffins out of the deal. Most of which I'll take to work so that I can have help eating it and it won't go to waste. I don't have any damn thing except maybe some nuts to toss on a salad. Argh.

At some point we'll probably stop practicing our French and Spanish on Twitter where vanishingly few people can read it. Today appears not to be that day, though. I can't say I'm sorry, either. It's not like we're speaking Irish or something. Which would be INCREDIBLY obscure, show-offy, and involve me making a lot of shit up and looking things in dictionaries.

Today's statement of intent! Line edits and Haven Herald/Person of INterest in the evening, as per usual. Hoping to get through another ten minutes of PoI tonight, which, since dinner's relatively simple, might even happen. I think the plan that way is to get dinner started/made, go into the computer room and sit and do some there, then come out and hang in the living room with the boy until he goes to work and then doing the rest of it for the last couple hours. Since I have Haven on the netbook, or at least, the relevant episodes. Yes, this is a good plan. And we will execute this plan, and we will thrive, and we will call it... this plan.

Ahem.

I can't say I'll be sorry when, after this week, it's pretty much all the recaplyses all the time, though. Grimm on the weekend... Okay, PoI recaplyses during the week by turns, Grimm as a Saturday marathon thing, the time of which might be shortened from experience since we last did it, and Haven as we have time/see fit. Which might be the same amount of PoI which might mean, gasp, shock. Having that thing we don't talk about so we don't tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thingie. Ahem. EVEN SO. I am liking this plan more and more the more I think of it.

Right. I suppose this means it's time to get up and pretend like I'm a responsible adult, empty the dishwasher and get dressed for work and go offer the neighbors some amaryllis bulbs. Because apparently we are drowning in them at work. Or rather, Aunt Beej is drowning in them and giving them away to anyone who will stand still long enough. It's cute.