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Baby's First Foreign Visit went well. My fun was equal parts linguistic and gastronomic (despite 'gastro-pub' sounding like a bodily function, I'm giving the prefix an honest attempt). I have pictures of SMOKING WILL KILL YOU TODAY MOTHERFUCKER carton labels, funny street signs ("DIVERSION ENDS"), and the 'knick-knacky' interior of the flat Jenn's parents rented. I would try to post the pictures right now, but I only just today had Baby's First Digital Camera Function performance, and Rome wasn't built in a thirty-one hour planesick day. My favorite British thing is best called a tripthong: manOEUver.
I had so much delicious food. I didn't imagine what sort of food there would be beyond the stereotypical tea, fish and chips, and scones, but the menus there were full of all sorts of things I love - salmon, spinach, avocado, tuna, wheat bread, sparkling water, goat's cheese - and I ate so much. I took Max's restaurant advice and I also stocked up on tea cookies for his parents.
It was expensive, funny, polluted, and cold; it was a great excuse to spend 94 pounds (about $170) on discontinued vegan mud soap for a hot patchouli bath, to buy yet another coat after deciding that 40 degrees was plenty warm to forego packing the peacoat, and to stop in bars for a bottle of wine to warm up. Jennifer's parents were great, and it was the best spring break I've had in a long time.
I love this Chase commercial. It makes me cry every time. You know, with the whole lifetime of credit cards. Let me take this moment to say I love mine. It was my best friend in Britain. TM.
I'm still sleeping way too much. Since this makes seven months of fatigue, severe enough to have me in a tiny bed without springs for an entire day of my vacation, I'm going to ask for a mono test on Monday. That would be great.
After having a major organ removed that had doubled in size, my mother has phlebitis at her IV site and still can't laugh (a serious impairment for my mom). I talked to her today and told her all about the things we did, and she told me about Chance's first barber shop visit and about her "burning, lumpy vein." I didn't want to mention British jacket potatoes with beans, but she set the gross-out bar pretty high with that one.
Cunt Quote of the Week: "Well, that's not my problem; I'm not the one who signed a contract," Kevin's very clever response to my mother during a conversation about his parent finally giving him a cell phone, thus making obsolete his gift contract through my mother that he's abused several times. So what if my parents have to pay hundreds of dollars for his selfishness? Small price to pay, they say. What a sad kid.
I had so much delicious food. I didn't imagine what sort of food there would be beyond the stereotypical tea, fish and chips, and scones, but the menus there were full of all sorts of things I love - salmon, spinach, avocado, tuna, wheat bread, sparkling water, goat's cheese - and I ate so much. I took Max's restaurant advice and I also stocked up on tea cookies for his parents.
It was expensive, funny, polluted, and cold; it was a great excuse to spend 94 pounds (about $170) on discontinued vegan mud soap for a hot patchouli bath, to buy yet another coat after deciding that 40 degrees was plenty warm to forego packing the peacoat, and to stop in bars for a bottle of wine to warm up. Jennifer's parents were great, and it was the best spring break I've had in a long time.
I love this Chase commercial. It makes me cry every time. You know, with the whole lifetime of credit cards. Let me take this moment to say I love mine. It was my best friend in Britain. TM.
I'm still sleeping way too much. Since this makes seven months of fatigue, severe enough to have me in a tiny bed without springs for an entire day of my vacation, I'm going to ask for a mono test on Monday. That would be great.
After having a major organ removed that had doubled in size, my mother has phlebitis at her IV site and still can't laugh (a serious impairment for my mom). I talked to her today and told her all about the things we did, and she told me about Chance's first barber shop visit and about her "burning, lumpy vein." I didn't want to mention British jacket potatoes with beans, but she set the gross-out bar pretty high with that one.
Cunt Quote of the Week: "Well, that's not my problem; I'm not the one who signed a contract," Kevin's very clever response to my mother during a conversation about his parent finally giving him a cell phone, thus making obsolete his gift contract through my mother that he's abused several times. So what if my parents have to pay hundreds of dollars for his selfishness? Small price to pay, they say. What a sad kid.