The dribs, the drabs.
I converted a friend to Moscow Mules, which have ginger beer (non-alcoholic) and vodka in them. She got curious when she offered to buy me a drink at a burlesque show a few weeks ago and I didn't want one because then I wouldn't be able to savor the aftertaste of the Moscow Mule I'd had elsewhere before I met up with her.
This site is great for glutards. I was reading through it on my phone while I was sitting at Jerusalem restaurant recently and cheering quietly to myself on just about every post. http://wheniwentglutenfree.tumblr.com/
Stuff from FB:
- I've got a lot of fuzz growing on my head for no apparent reason and it feels weird and looks weird. I have flecky little hairs growing in the eyebrow area. No sign of eyelashes or nose hairs. I'm not sure what my body thinks it's doing, but it's freakin weird. Looks odd, too. I'm curious why it started fuzzing up all the sudden. I'm on a new med, not counting pain killers post-surgery. I do NOT want to be on a grow in/fall out rollercoaster, but eyelashes would be pretty damned nice to have again.
- Long nap, tummy full of sushi, stopped in at the Crypt for a look around and a chat. I like the new dental gags with head straps on them.
- Sitting in a theater watching "Small, Beautifully Moving Parts". I'm the onnnnly one in here. I wish i'd brought a pillow and a blankie.
- Nalo Hopkinson put out another book when I wasn't looking. I may die. And Margaret Atwood has a documentary coming out. Two bootyshakers in one day. Three, counting Betty's cooking.
- My stitches come out... tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrowwww, they'll be gone! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! No stitches! Tomorrow! It's only a dayyyy awayyyyy!
- I tapped Banzai lightly on the butt in the wee hours. He was hogging up about a third of the bed and I couldn't get comfy. "Could you go sleepy on your own bed, please?" He stood up, stepped off the big bed, and curled right up on his own bed. It was as if he understood the full sentence completely. And then he complied without any fuss.
In slightly less mind-blowing Banzai news, we shared an orange last night at dinner.
Wilbur's so adorable. I woke him up when I was walking past him on the way back from the bathroom early in the morning. I stroked his head and told him everything's ok, go back to sleep, and he put his head right down and closed his eyes.
J made ribs over the weekend. He did rubs and all sorts of fancy stuff and both the dogs tried to double-team him into starting them a day before he planned to. They kept going to the fridge and going to the grills and looking at him like, "Well? What's the holdup?"
- Three minor male children were donated for slave labor yesterday. I used them to scoop 8-9 bags of dog poop and yard scrapins like sticks and leaves and crud. I paid them in ice cream and taught them "Pete and Re-Pete were in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was left?" They seemed satisfied with the working conditions and compensation package.
- Stitches awwwwl gawwwn. The doc was amazed at how well I'm healing. He kept looking at me like I was up to some kind of shenanigans and exclaiming over how incredibly not swollen my foot is and how great the wound is healing and how there won't even be a scar six months from now. And he kept looking at me like there was something really weird about how well I was healing. Should I have told him I'm 1/4 vampire on my mother's side? Everybody knows how quickly vampires heal.
If I was half-blood or even full vampire, I would probably have started healing before the surgery was over, but then again, I doubt I wouldn't have gotten a buggered up nerve in my foot in the first place. I'm guessing the undead don't have to deal with that sort of thing.
- The hotness of Miss Quinn http://www.aarkey.info/babble/images/MsQuinn-Smoking-2012-05-set.jpg
And for google stuff, Pavlovia Denver, MsSaskia, Mistress Saskia, Lady Inanna, Ms Vylette, Miss Tulsi, Miss Mina.
This site is great for glutards. I was reading through it on my phone while I was sitting at Jerusalem restaurant recently and cheering quietly to myself on just about every post. http://wheniwentglutenfree.tumblr.com/
Stuff from FB:
- I've got a lot of fuzz growing on my head for no apparent reason and it feels weird and looks weird. I have flecky little hairs growing in the eyebrow area. No sign of eyelashes or nose hairs. I'm not sure what my body thinks it's doing, but it's freakin weird. Looks odd, too. I'm curious why it started fuzzing up all the sudden. I'm on a new med, not counting pain killers post-surgery. I do NOT want to be on a grow in/fall out rollercoaster, but eyelashes would be pretty damned nice to have again.
- Long nap, tummy full of sushi, stopped in at the Crypt for a look around and a chat. I like the new dental gags with head straps on them.
- Sitting in a theater watching "Small, Beautifully Moving Parts". I'm the onnnnly one in here. I wish i'd brought a pillow and a blankie.
- Nalo Hopkinson put out another book when I wasn't looking. I may die. And Margaret Atwood has a documentary coming out. Two bootyshakers in one day. Three, counting Betty's cooking.
- My stitches come out... tomorrow. Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrowwww, they'll be gone! Tomorrow! Tomorrow! No stitches! Tomorrow! It's only a dayyyy awayyyyy!
- I tapped Banzai lightly on the butt in the wee hours. He was hogging up about a third of the bed and I couldn't get comfy. "Could you go sleepy on your own bed, please?" He stood up, stepped off the big bed, and curled right up on his own bed. It was as if he understood the full sentence completely. And then he complied without any fuss.
In slightly less mind-blowing Banzai news, we shared an orange last night at dinner.
Wilbur's so adorable. I woke him up when I was walking past him on the way back from the bathroom early in the morning. I stroked his head and told him everything's ok, go back to sleep, and he put his head right down and closed his eyes.
J made ribs over the weekend. He did rubs and all sorts of fancy stuff and both the dogs tried to double-team him into starting them a day before he planned to. They kept going to the fridge and going to the grills and looking at him like, "Well? What's the holdup?"
- Three minor male children were donated for slave labor yesterday. I used them to scoop 8-9 bags of dog poop and yard scrapins like sticks and leaves and crud. I paid them in ice cream and taught them "Pete and Re-Pete were in a boat. Pete fell out. Who was left?" They seemed satisfied with the working conditions and compensation package.
- Stitches awwwwl gawwwn. The doc was amazed at how well I'm healing. He kept looking at me like I was up to some kind of shenanigans and exclaiming over how incredibly not swollen my foot is and how great the wound is healing and how there won't even be a scar six months from now. And he kept looking at me like there was something really weird about how well I was healing. Should I have told him I'm 1/4 vampire on my mother's side? Everybody knows how quickly vampires heal.
If I was half-blood or even full vampire, I would probably have started healing before the surgery was over, but then again, I doubt I wouldn't have gotten a buggered up nerve in my foot in the first place. I'm guessing the undead don't have to deal with that sort of thing.
- The hotness of Miss Quinn http://www.aarkey.info/babble/images/MsQuinn-Smoking-2012-05-set.jpg
And for google stuff, Pavlovia Denver, MsSaskia, Mistress Saskia, Lady Inanna, Ms Vylette, Miss Tulsi, Miss Mina.