Hub and the three year old went on an excursion today, so I took the 1.5 year old to the Farmer’s Market around the corner. I got a bunch of good stuff even though we got there late: cucumbers, summer and acorn squash, tamales, tomatoes, and peaches. Only problem is that it was hot, and it was noon, and now the kid and I are sweaty and red-faced.
Next time I’ll go earlier so I can get more fruit and so that I don’t bake on the spot.
Dangit, the Drafthouse is showing Chitty Chitty Bang Bang tomorrow for its matinee. Too bad the kids asked to watch it this afternoon. They’ll be too burned out on it to go see it tomorrow. Well, that’s ok – I promised Jo I’d take her to see Finding Nemo; maybe we’ll do that this weekend. Plus I need to buy circus tickets. And Blue Man Group is coming to Austin this summer – wonder if the kids would like that or if it’d be too loud.
I miss my kitty. I still haven’t brought myself to buy him a stone.
I just miss him.
“Blonde teen lesbians mfohrarogcoi”
I could but smile at her
Since you plan for both, there will be
both.
That is what matters
I felt even worse now, for I saw again the face of
Sidroc as he drew close to me in the bustling keep yard when
I asked him to take
I stared him full in the face, and his smirking grin faded.
lfwyn herself opened the door,
her eyes wild with distraction.
Tap to end communications
Yrling stood by us as they did this,
and as the waggon emptied, the gathered men
drifted off.
It is one thing for me to be caught with him,
but
life
or death perhaps,
for you.
See you later
-boyce
(I swear I’m not making this up, I just added in the linebreaks.)
I’m starting a new top secret quilt project. Last night and this morning I washed and ironed 18 yards of fabric, and my whole house smells like a laundry. I love that smell, especially on cold winter mornings when I walk past the exhaust vent of a dryer and have steamy warm detergent-air hit me in the face.
So the plan is to finish this quilt, then maybe the applique quilt for my older daughter’s bed, then maybe just maybe I’ll be able to make a quilt for myself. Hub wants one too, and father-in-law hinted around about one.
Later today I’m going to try to put a page up with the quilts I’ve made so far.
Something that made me all warm inside: brother saying “That can’t be hand-sewn, the stitches are too small and regular.” Whee!
I forgot to mention about the times that I went out in Las Vegas with my new Louis Vuitton replica purse, I got all sorts of admiring stares, compliments, nudges, and whispered comments. According to some commenters on my previous pursal entry, I really need to have people think I’m so very rich and special and needing validation. Well I got all of the above, and you didn’t. Nanny nanny boo boo. And I won $3000 in one day, too. Neener neener neener. Perhaps I’ll take my winnings and buy me a real damn purse. Nyah.
The short high-pitched squealing noise that we heard every thirty seconds while driving down the road to the back gate of Area 51.
The smell of jasmine all up and down the Strip, where it bloomed riotously.
The woman at the deli whose male companion had to give a heimlich as she choked.
Accidentally ordering Deep Throat on the hotel TV and having to call the front desk to ‘fess up.
The loud happy music of a slot machine that just hit a big jackpot; the crowd that gathered around me as I sat waiting for my payout.
Having a Blue Man crouch above the woman in the seat in front of me, peering around like a benign chicken
Is anyone else getting bizarre spams with quotes from The Count of Monte Cristo interspersed in the HTML? They look totally normal until you view the source, when all the quotes show up:
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• !–Meslay. The house was of white stone, and in a small court —
• !–man’s eyes passed rapidly from Villefort and his wife, and —
I’m guessing this is a way to defeat spam removal bots, but why are they picking on the dear old Comte?
