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I got to spend the evening last night with both of the Niece Children. We had a fabulous time watching The Princess Bride (which Rianna and I both agree is the best movie ever!) and making brownie sundaes (delicious chocolate overload!) and chasing Rhyan around the house (that child is a whirlwind!). Fun times!
We did, however, for various reasons, decide to postpone our Renaissance Festival fun for some other weekend. Which meant that I got to sleep in this morning! I've had a thoroughly lazy Sunday, which would make for a perfect day if my uterus would only stop being so hateful! Ugh. Cramps can go away now, please. Thank the gods there's plenty of leftover Valentines Day chocolate around, otherwise I'd be in a much nastier mood.
I've been trying to get my resume updated, because there's a clerkship position open right now that might just be the most perfect gig ever and I'd like to get my resume in for consideration before my life devolves into a crazy spiral of endless trials. But I really hate writing my resume. I've been tinkering with the damn thing all day and I'm still not done. Why is this so hard??? *scowls at half-finished resume*
Now at least, even though my resume is still mocking me from my computer screen, there's lots of Academy Awards related prettiness on my television screen.
We did, however, for various reasons, decide to postpone our Renaissance Festival fun for some other weekend. Which meant that I got to sleep in this morning! I've had a thoroughly lazy Sunday, which would make for a perfect day if my uterus would only stop being so hateful! Ugh. Cramps can go away now, please. Thank the gods there's plenty of leftover Valentines Day chocolate around, otherwise I'd be in a much nastier mood.
I've been trying to get my resume updated, because there's a clerkship position open right now that might just be the most perfect gig ever and I'd like to get my resume in for consideration before my life devolves into a crazy spiral of endless trials. But I really hate writing my resume. I've been tinkering with the damn thing all day and I'm still not done. Why is this so hard??? *scowls at half-finished resume*
Now at least, even though my resume is still mocking me from my computer screen, there's lots of Academy Awards related prettiness on my television screen.
