"because it was the annual fundraising gala my mum's fundraising organization throws in support of the hospital she raises funds for." Ummm...WHAT. WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT? THE MOST REDUNDANCY-FILLED SENTENCE OF ALL TIME?!
Proof positive that I am not working at 100%
This week has been pretty busy - with a visit/hang with someone every day, in addition to the life stuff that takes me a million hours to do (laundry, making dinner, etc.) and trying to get a daily outing/walk in as well. It's contributing to the sense that life is a blur, which I suppose I should be grateful for, having gotten extremely depressed reading this comic that documents the author's mother's slide into early-onset Alzheimer's.
My thoughts are a bit of a jumble at the moment. Suffice to say that I'm at the point in my maternity leave where I feel that Academic Book Club (tonight) requires a new outfit and accordingly spend hours at the newly-opened, 10-minute-walk-away Joe Fresh in the service of this whim. I will say though: THICK WORK-APPROPRIATE LEGGINGS. STRIPES. How was I supposed to resist?
Here are some pics until I can muster the mustard to actually write something of value:
A very rare Great Gazoo grin
Our newest obsession: stacking the babies on top of each other. Prof. Gantok looking mildly alarmed, as per usual.
Prof. Gantok alarmed again.
Prof. Gantok looking bug-eyed (does he have a thyroid condition?) but not overly alarmed.
And...back to being alarmed.
Still alarmed.
The ever-popular tight-fisted sturdy lad crying jag. The Great Gazoo looking a little, "get over it already, buddy"
Another face from the man of a million expressions.
Fin.
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