ohhh, moroccan mint...i had forgotten how good you are!
It's been a busy week, my chicadees.
On Thursday we planned a special surprise for The Redhead's birthday. We staged a fake kidnapping and drove her to a spot under a bridge, where we'd grafitti'd a wall in her honour and built a fire. There were snacks and hot chocolate (someone brought a kettle and we put it on the fire. Can you imagine how happy that made me?) The Baker brought pictures of The Redhead and hung them on string along the wall. It was the crappiest weather ever on Thursday night, but our spot under the bridge was completely sheltered and only got cold after we'd been hanging out there for a while. We did have a roaring fire. Afterwards, people came back to our house and we ate and drank and read through The Redhead's childhood stories and drawings. We sang songs and did performances and it was lots of fun.
On Friday night we had a slumber party, which involved take-out Indian food and movies. Also, lots of cuddling and blankets.
This morning (circa 11am when we mostly decided to wake up) the house was full of people and chaos and what to eat for breakfast? The Filmmaker remembered that he had banana muffins brought home from the vegan collective restaurant where he works. "Who wants one?"
"Me!" I cried, ever in the mood for baked treats. "Is there any soy in them?"
We decided there was probably not enough soy to hurt me, if any, and I took a bite. Felt a weird, unfamiliar crunchiness. Simultaneous heard a horrified gasp from the kitchen, which was the sound of The Filmmaker realizing that there were totally nuts in the banana muffins.
People are so cute when they fear they've posisoned you.
Drank lots of water. Felt the swelling in my bottom lip and tongue that to me equals the taste of nuts. Ran upstairs to get my generic brand benadryl. More water. A bit of tea. Started to feel very cold. More water. Went upstairs and took a shower.
Sat on the toilet for a long time. Felt better.
Ate breakfast, watched an episode of Buffy. Got really sleeply. Slept until 6:40pm.
Missed the Ice Race, now sitting in my room wondering what I'll do tonight.
I think I will make soup for dinner.
First house poisoning. No puking. No hospital trip. No problem!
On Thursday we planned a special surprise for The Redhead's birthday. We staged a fake kidnapping and drove her to a spot under a bridge, where we'd grafitti'd a wall in her honour and built a fire. There were snacks and hot chocolate (someone brought a kettle and we put it on the fire. Can you imagine how happy that made me?) The Baker brought pictures of The Redhead and hung them on string along the wall. It was the crappiest weather ever on Thursday night, but our spot under the bridge was completely sheltered and only got cold after we'd been hanging out there for a while. We did have a roaring fire. Afterwards, people came back to our house and we ate and drank and read through The Redhead's childhood stories and drawings. We sang songs and did performances and it was lots of fun.
On Friday night we had a slumber party, which involved take-out Indian food and movies. Also, lots of cuddling and blankets.
This morning (circa 11am when we mostly decided to wake up) the house was full of people and chaos and what to eat for breakfast? The Filmmaker remembered that he had banana muffins brought home from the vegan collective restaurant where he works. "Who wants one?"
"Me!" I cried, ever in the mood for baked treats. "Is there any soy in them?"
We decided there was probably not enough soy to hurt me, if any, and I took a bite. Felt a weird, unfamiliar crunchiness. Simultaneous heard a horrified gasp from the kitchen, which was the sound of The Filmmaker realizing that there were totally nuts in the banana muffins.
People are so cute when they fear they've posisoned you.
Drank lots of water. Felt the swelling in my bottom lip and tongue that to me equals the taste of nuts. Ran upstairs to get my generic brand benadryl. More water. A bit of tea. Started to feel very cold. More water. Went upstairs and took a shower.
Sat on the toilet for a long time. Felt better.
Ate breakfast, watched an episode of Buffy. Got really sleeply. Slept until 6:40pm.
Missed the Ice Race, now sitting in my room wondering what I'll do tonight.
I think I will make soup for dinner.
First house poisoning. No puking. No hospital trip. No problem!