The Quarantine Is Lifted! Huzzah!
So after more than a week with pink eye, I was actually able to open my eyes this morning when I woke up. I can’t tell you how frustrating and slightly panic-inducing it is to wake up and not be able to open your eyes. Undoubtedly something seriously, psychologically wrong with me, or an unfortunate pre-death burial experience in a past life, has left me completely paranoid about these kinds of things. LOL.
I had a fantabulous weekend, all around. I went to qnotku's house on Friday night and partook of an absolute feast! Teri and her patient and loving partner, SJ, made gyozas and eggrolls. I brought homemade salsa and chips and JM came with a beautiful array of sweets - baklava, Belgian chocolates, and some kind of wonderful cookie. In spite of the number of food calories I consumed, a mere glass of wine was enough to put me over my tolerable liquor quotient. I think I kept repeating something about feeling “floaty.” *g*
I vaguely remember the beginning of Casanova - I think I made some seriously inappropriate remarks about Heath Ledger, but what else is new - but by the end of the movie I was able to focus enough to drive my car from it’s nice, upclose parking spot to the outer-Siberian visitor spot I was assigned by the front desk. (At Teri’s place they punish you for having guests that stay past 11pm.) I tried to stay awake long enough to watch all of Pride and Prejudice, but I conked out at about midnight and headed home. By then I was pleasantly sober enough to drive, although my pink eye was creating halos around every glimmer of light in my path. And it was raining. Scary much?
Sunday was spent with my family and friends. It was a gorgeous day. The Male and I watched the Horatio Hornblower “The Fire Ships” episode. I love that series, seriously.
I want to update my layout but have no idea how to go about doing it and I don’t have enough hours all-in-a-row to sit down and figure it out. *shrugs* Oh well.
And because I love each and every one of you I’ll relate a stupid joke I heard earlier today:
Answer: Molasses
Question: What do moles kick in a mole fight?
Lame? Hey, it’s Monday.
I had a fantabulous weekend, all around. I went to qnotku's house on Friday night and partook of an absolute feast! Teri and her patient and loving partner, SJ, made gyozas and eggrolls. I brought homemade salsa and chips and JM came with a beautiful array of sweets - baklava, Belgian chocolates, and some kind of wonderful cookie. In spite of the number of food calories I consumed, a mere glass of wine was enough to put me over my tolerable liquor quotient. I think I kept repeating something about feeling “floaty.” *g*
I vaguely remember the beginning of Casanova - I think I made some seriously inappropriate remarks about Heath Ledger, but what else is new - but by the end of the movie I was able to focus enough to drive my car from it’s nice, upclose parking spot to the outer-Siberian visitor spot I was assigned by the front desk. (At Teri’s place they punish you for having guests that stay past 11pm.) I tried to stay awake long enough to watch all of Pride and Prejudice, but I conked out at about midnight and headed home. By then I was pleasantly sober enough to drive, although my pink eye was creating halos around every glimmer of light in my path. And it was raining. Scary much?
Sunday was spent with my family and friends. It was a gorgeous day. The Male and I watched the Horatio Hornblower “The Fire Ships” episode. I love that series, seriously.
I want to update my layout but have no idea how to go about doing it and I don’t have enough hours all-in-a-row to sit down and figure it out. *shrugs* Oh well.
And because I love each and every one of you I’ll relate a stupid joke I heard earlier today:
Answer: Molasses
Question: What do moles kick in a mole fight?
Lame? Hey, it’s Monday.