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1. Purim eve is Monday, March 17th this year, which is a crappy time for a night of drunken debauchery. Must choose an alternate party date. Maybe a week+ before, if that's the date the Memphis contingent chooses. I think I'd like to see Claire all gussied up as Queen Esther.
Must also acquire and test good Hamentaschen recipe and additional cups for booze popsicles.
2. "NO" of the day: Krycek/Skinner/Lex/Clark. I can't believe that girl won a Spooky.
3. I know if you're the one next to the bride and you're married, you're the "Matron of Honor". Does it work that way down the line, too? Will I be a "bridesmatron"? I'm thinking, NER. Regardless, wheee!
4. Freeze-dried strawberries are the crack.
5. Ratchet & Clank, while a very fun platformer (and eerily reminiscent of Crash Bandicoot) has The POV Problem (those of you who get queasy will know that of which I speak). I think I might use this to my advantage. It is impossible to snack (or even keep down a small meal) while playing this sickeningly lurching game. Fun, though. I'm magnetic.
6. Bear has transitioned nicely from wrasslin' the kitten at every opportunity (which was in itself an improvement over the hiding) to making sweeeeeet love to her. The glancing face-rubs have begun. Yes. Bear, face-rubbing. I want to weep.
7. I received a gift in the mail on Monday that included something which requires D-cells. I have no idea if it's dirty or utilitarian yet, because I have no idea how it works or what it's for. Must acquire some big-ass batteries (without blushing) and find out. Its shape ascares me, though. It looks like something one would use in the field of construction, or possibly some kind of portable device to open up a rift in the spacetime continuum.
8. Mmmm, crunchy strawberries.
9. Sis called from Canada last night using some freakish 30-min for $1 thingy. Am dying to see if it's as advertised, because DAMN.
10. Do not look like a pirate today, but am in all-black and feeling very Johnny Cashlike. With the exception of the cute reading glasses and curly upsweep and sheer lipstick. On second thought, forget the Johnny Cash thing. I'm now imagining him in drag, and that's an ugly, ugly picture.
Must also acquire and test good Hamentaschen recipe and additional cups for booze popsicles.
2. "NO" of the day: Krycek/Skinner/Lex/Clark. I can't believe that girl won a Spooky.
3. I know if you're the one next to the bride and you're married, you're the "Matron of Honor". Does it work that way down the line, too? Will I be a "bridesmatron"? I'm thinking, NER. Regardless, wheee!
4. Freeze-dried strawberries are the crack.
5. Ratchet & Clank, while a very fun platformer (and eerily reminiscent of Crash Bandicoot) has The POV Problem (those of you who get queasy will know that of which I speak). I think I might use this to my advantage. It is impossible to snack (or even keep down a small meal) while playing this sickeningly lurching game. Fun, though. I'm magnetic.
6. Bear has transitioned nicely from wrasslin' the kitten at every opportunity (which was in itself an improvement over the hiding) to making sweeeeeet love to her. The glancing face-rubs have begun. Yes. Bear, face-rubbing. I want to weep.
7. I received a gift in the mail on Monday that included something which requires D-cells. I have no idea if it's dirty or utilitarian yet, because I have no idea how it works or what it's for. Must acquire some big-ass batteries (without blushing) and find out. Its shape ascares me, though. It looks like something one would use in the field of construction, or possibly some kind of portable device to open up a rift in the spacetime continuum.
8. Mmmm, crunchy strawberries.
9. Sis called from Canada last night using some freakish 30-min for $1 thingy. Am dying to see if it's as advertised, because DAMN.
10. Do not look like a pirate today, but am in all-black and feeling very Johnny Cashlike. With the exception of the cute reading glasses and curly upsweep and sheer lipstick. On second thought, forget the Johnny Cash thing. I'm now imagining him in drag, and that's an ugly, ugly picture.
