In an effort to be less depressing up in this piece, I'm going to start trying to focus on the positive things in life on a daily basis, or some such shit. So here are some good things from today:
1. This cake. I didn't actually get to eat any of it, because GLUTEN, but Big Child was just SO very happy and appreciative, and I love that I have the skills to make or make up any kind of cake my kids want for their birthdays. I also made deep-dish pizza from scratch at Big Child's request, for his "special birthday dinner," and the MFA Children pronounced it to be "better than Domino's, which means it's REALLY good because Domino's is good!"
2. The MFA Honeybees. I keep writing posts about them in my head and then not actually writing them, because I caught some heat for getting the bees due to our being poor. But you know what? The bees are amazing, and are contributing to our household in the form of honey, wax, and pollination of the garden. So Stalky, et al can suck it. They also contribute entertainment (the bees, not Stalky and friends). To wit: the other day it started raining while I was down at Squatter Workshop. I poked my head out the door to see what the bees were doing, and saw a surprising number of them still coming and going. "HUH!" thought I, "maybe they still work in the rain?" Then I looked a little closer and saw that they were actually piling out of the hive, taking wee tiny bee-poops in midair over the baby pool in the apiary garden, and doubling back. I laughed for a solid five minutes--they are actually smart enough to be all "OMG IT'S STARTING TO RAIN, LET'S GO DROP THE DUNG-BEETLE LARVA OFF AT THE POOL IN CASE WE'RE TRAPPED INSIDE FOR A WHILE!" (bees will not poop inside the hive, and can actually get sick from prolonged freezes where it's too cold for them to nip out for a quick poo) Then today I took this photo of the hive entrance:
Figure One: How great is it that you can see where they're tracking pollen all over the entryway? The Queen probably doesn't think so. She's probably all "AND WIPE ALL SIX OF YOUR DAMN FEET ON THE WAY IN, I DIDN'T HAVE FIFTY WORKERS SCOUR THAT LANDING BOARD WITH THEIR MOUTHPARTS THIS MORNING FOR NOTHING!"
3. This morning I totally went back to bed with Hotter and Isis after the kids went to school and wallowed in bed with them until almost noon, and I'm not even sorry. Today's round of online job applications still got done when I got up (the Beater is still mostly out of comission; we're taking it for an oil-change and a repair estimate tomorrow and once it's back up and running I'll be pounding the actual pavement more), and with any luck I won't have that kind of snuggle-opportunity too many more times before I'm working full-time again (I am still working part-time for Temp Agency #1; I never stopped and they are searching for a fulltime temp-to-hire gig for me so I'm doubly glad I maintained the connection with them). Hotter is an excellent snuggler, and since we're both bi we take turns being the big spoon.* Isis then jumps in and littler-spoons whoever the little spoon is, and it's like a cuddle conga-line. It's pretty fabulous, actually :)
ETA: 4. Today I had the distinct pleasure of watching this episode of Last Call Brittany live, and participating via the live chat (I'm probably fucking the terminology ALL up--can you tell I only joined Google + in order to see my very favorite author and Twitter-friend, Tiffany Reisz, on this show?). I'm already Twitter-friends with several of the ladies who were on the panel, and thought "man, I wish I was public so I could @ a couple of the others," and then thought HEEEEEEY why not? So I made my Twitter account public again, because Temp Agency #1 doesn't care about my social media proclivities, my ex and I have reached a blessed accord of sorts wherein he doesn't give a fiddler's fart what I do unless I'm in front of him and vice versa, and Stalky, as always, can eat an ENTIRE bag of dicks and choke on the balls. There's very little she or anyone else could do right now to make my life any worse, and while that has its obvious drawbacks it's also kind of liberating.
* That was a joke, people. One's sexual orientation has nothing to do with whether one is the big spoon or the little spoon. I have no idea why I feel the need to add in this disclaimer, but do not need a lecture on perpetuating stereotypes. If you're getting het up over an innernet-stranger's perception of sexuality in re: spooning within the confines of their own damn marriage then you probably need a hobby and/or psych meds, but this IS the innernet.