First hot chocolate, then foot coverings, tomorrow, Pinky, we take over THE WORLD!
Okay, anyone who has armor and hasn't gotten foot coverings for their shoes? Please go to the armor machine. You'll see there's a new program in the computer called, "shoe casings." The computer should still have your armor stats and colors from your armor, call up the program and have it make covers for your shoes/sneakers/whatever. Between Bra, Videl, and myself, we've toiled at that machine for hours, forcing ourselves to drink cup after cup of lousy stuff that tries to call itself hot chocolate to get this thing to work. Videl and I put in our sewing skills to teach the machine what we wanted, and Bra did the computer programing to get it to work. We litterally had to create a virtual pattern for the computer. But they seem to work. No, if you squat down and stare at them, they look like something you put over your shoes, not real footware, but I'm pretty sure the idea of this is not to let Froster's men have the time to squat down and stare at our feet for awhile.
Unless he's got a crew that consists of short folks with a real foot fetish, they should be fine.
I have to say that the beds do a lot of making up for the other less-than-wonderful conditions of this ship. Except for the fact that it's darned uncomfortable to fit two folks into them, (yes, Raditz and I did try) they are wonderful. I'm wondering if there's any way we can take at least one out of here when we're home and maybe give it to Bulma to try to make them. Maybe in King Size? Honestly, these things do make you realize that all those mattress commercials you see on TV are true. The right support does help with insomnia. I was sure I wouldn't be able to sleep much at all, but I put on the sounds of a tropical rainstorm, stretched out, and the next thing I knew it, it was time to wake up again. I was sure I'd be up half the sleep shift worrying about how my little ones were doing.
I know Sonya is taking excellent care of BB and Daikon, of that I have no fear, but I'm their mother, I can't help but worry constantly. "Are they warm enough? Did I send over enough clothes and toys? Are they being nice to Cinnamon and Ginger? Are they driving Sonya up the wall yet? When we return home, will Sonya rush off to get her tubes tied, thus making sure Bardock never talks to us again?" You know, all the things the typical mother worries about.
Well, it looks like I'm up for my shift. Maybe I can blow up some more small asteroids today. I have to admit, that was rather fun.