Art fair and moodiness and... something else, oh my!

And the moodiness continues apace, with the cycles growing steadily shorter in duration. Wish I could figure out what the heck's up with that.

Shoshana and I both ended up waking up much earlier than expected, and ended up getting back to Ann Arbor around 10:30. Shockingly, last night's chipper mood carried over to this morning, and rather than taking a nap as planned I ended up spending some time catching up on my friends page and comments and whatnot.

The chipperness, incidentally, was probably aided in great measure by the fact that I learned that I am "loved... to pieces" and also, apparently, "spiffy people." Always good to be reminded of these things, as I tend to occasionally forget :)

Now I'm waiting for Mom to get here so we can go tackle Art Fair Death together. Predictably enough, she's an hour late, and I'm getting tired of sitting around waiting for her to show. The moroseness is creeping back, but I'm gamely fighting it off with a big pointy stick.

Take that, moroseness! Have at thee!

And so on.

Anyway, Mom's here. I'll try to get online from her house tonight to update and check AIM and whatnot, but I dunno how likely that is to actually happen. Off to get sunburn and wade through tourists and look at Crap Art on a Stick, whee!

Just keep breathing deeply, girl.

Survived Art Fair Death intact, and with a new belly button ring and purse to show for my troubles, not to mention two buttons for said purse: one with Rosie the Riveter, and one that says "Joyfully Subversive". Also, I discovered the coolest invention ever-- a splash guard for my wide-mouthed Nalgene bottle so I can stop spilling water down my front when I try to drink and walk at the same time. Good stuff.

I suspect that this will be one of those trying-not-to-rip-my-mother's-face-off weekends at home, but I have book-type distractions to keep me busy and Friday will be full of oil change and coffee with Mary Kay and maybe some quality time with adam_oddfellow, so I should deal ok. And I've gotten very good over the years about just breathing deeply and thinking happy thoughts when Mommy Dearest decides to claim that only horribly overprotective parents visit their kids a lot in college, or refuses to sit on the couch in my apartment because she thinks it's too nasty (and what about the decade of cat hair on your precious couch, eh, Mommy Dearest?).

Anyway, we're taking a brief stopover at my (apparently disgusting, even though I just spend a week cleaning the hell out of it and fuck you, Mom) apartment to wait out the rain and rest our soresore feet before heading home. Posting may be sporadic for the next couple days, but knowing what a little LJ addict I am and how bored I'll probably be at home, more likely I'll be just as absurdly prolific as I have been recently.

*whimper* Someone please send good Dealing-with-Mommy karma my way, ok?

P.S.

Sekrit message to adam_oddfellow: Call my cell so we can figure out when to get together. I'll be using my phone as an alarm, so even if I'm asleep when you cann I'll hear it and you won't have to worry about waking up my mom or whatever.

*waves to everyone else*