what I did on my summer vaca-- er. my summer long weekend.

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Tonight, I:

finished off, not one, but two bottles of wine. (In fairness to me, that comes to a total of about three glasses. Cheap decadence.)

made sure all of the DVDs I bought at The Best Used Bookstore in the Shallow South actually play/work/whatever-the-proper-verb-is.

spent a lot of time commenting chez kristiinthedark on the improbable hotness of Al Gore and mine hostess's Grand Titons. (...what?)

threw the sistergirl's newish kitten, Fele (pronounced "feelee" and short for Felix Leonardo), aka the most personable kitty in the entire world, off the dining room table three or twelve or eleventy thousand times.

actually posted to my LJ. WTF. I think I hear the Apocalypse calling.

actually responded to all the comments sitting in my inbox. Yep, that's the Four Horsemen. I think Death's horse might be coming up lame, though.

This weekend, I:

drove five and a half hours from Workville to Familytown on Thursday, after work.

died of tired.

revived Friday morning and spent far too much time online not working.

made vegetarian sushi and fresh spring rolls with dipping sauce for a late Friday lunch for the SG, to whom I had promised the former the last time I was here. (note to self: spring rolls work better when packed tightly enough that they do not explode on contact with one's mouth and/or shed their entire contents into the dipping sauce.)

made Salsamole and regular guacamole and taco meat and taco non-meat for the SG's wedding shower on Saturday, for which I also chopped up far too much lettuce and far too many onions and tomatoes and otherwise organized a taco bar, the SG's favorite party food.

survived said shower, which actually went beautifully, thanks to the women who planned it (neither of whom were me - I just catered) and the total and blessed absence of any stupid shower games involving toilet paper. (do women in other countries have these awful "traditions"? or are we in the US just lucky that way?)

died of tired again.

created a Gmail account for my almost-niece-in-law so that she could get herself an Amazon.com account and make a wishlist of babysitting books.

found out immediately after doing this that her mother, my imminent brother-in-law's first ex-wife, had told her very firmly not long ago that she was not allowed to have her own email account until she was in high school (which she is not). Mind, this is a child who is allowed to drive a small tractor on the family farm, but not allowed to light candles, even supervised.

entirely failed to regret transgressing that rule.

spent nearly the whole rest of Sunday on a local lake in the imminent b-i-l's boat with the SG and the niece-in-law and her little sister, child of the imminent b-i-l's second marriage (the forthcoming one to the SG WILL BE HIS LAST ONE WAY OR ANOTHER SO HELP ME UNIVERSE), drinking beer and talking trash and floating about on noodles.

turned crispy roasty red all over the top of my shoulders and back. And nose. And, possibly, hairline. Due to a welcome interloper in my otherwise immensely Caucasian gene pool, this will all turn to tan in about two days.

survived the Great Air-Conditioning Breakdown of 2007, wherein the a/c at the SG's house went out right about the time the crispy roasty red inhabitants thereof returned from the lake longing for coolth. (Did I mention that the imminent b-i-l does a/c for a living? and has had a replacement unit sitting in his office for two months? but he got it installed before 5 today, so he's provisionally allowed to live.)

eviscerated 20-odd boxes that had been in storage at the SG's. Disposition of contents: 1/5 trash, 1/5 garage-sale stash, 1/5 The BUBSS (where I got both $$ and book credit for what I brought in, yays), and 2/5 to my car, destined for Workville.

bought, at The BUBSS, the following on DVD: Four Weddings and a Funeral (replaces my VHS copy), Strange Days (ditto), The Rock (ditto), s1 and s2 of Forever Knight (...no, I do not know where I got those drugs, and if I did I wouldn't tell you).

packed everything but the Epileptikitty into the car.

decided to call in delayed to work and drive back to Workville v. v. v. early tomorrow morning, rather than drive back tonight.

napped. twice.

And now, a snack and bed, in that order. My life, she is exciting.