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Hi, all. My bed is now aubergine. Sheets came yesterday, and they are aubergine. Which is a nice, slick way of saying my bed is the same color as an eggplant. Score.
Things remain much the same as they ever did, despite the fact that my bed is the color of a vegetable. Heather talked to me on Tuesday, tumbling0after talked to me on Monday, I've got Sherlock and Jane on Saturday, the Chief is off on business for the rest of the month, my workhusband has his new puppy and invited me to his holiday party unofficially. I have to wait for him to mail the official invites, but hey, there's that. He and I had fun today musing on the topic of the Nazgul stealing office supplies...*screeeeeeech* I'm pilfering your post-its! Shiiiiiire...sssssstaplessss...
Oh my god, too funny. Everyone knows the Witch King is after the paperclips. Workhusband and I also agree that anytime Aragorn lops someone or something's head off, it's pretty awesome. Anyway, um, not much else. Going to hunt for a David Tennant picture to make my work desktop pretty. Oooh, and swing dancing tomorrow. I hope it's better than last week. I hope bad hat Dean is not there. I hope the first Ben of the three IS there. Actually, I hope all the Bens are there.
Oh, and I got my new Top Gear magazine over the weekend, and wow that Lamborghini looks wacky. It's supposed to be the ultimate in Lambo supercar-ness, it costs 1.1 million pounds, and my first reaction was that it looks like Kryton's head from Red Dwarf. And I found a typo in Clarkson's article, so my best friend suggested I apply to become an editor for TG magazine, which would kick twelve tons of ass. Maybe I will. My Jane Austen ladies think my work is clever, maybe I just need to redirect my focus from 19th century British authors and book club meetings to Italian supercars and rear-wheel suspension.
I got this.
Things remain much the same as they ever did, despite the fact that my bed is the color of a vegetable. Heather talked to me on Tuesday, tumbling0after talked to me on Monday, I've got Sherlock and Jane on Saturday, the Chief is off on business for the rest of the month, my workhusband has his new puppy and invited me to his holiday party unofficially. I have to wait for him to mail the official invites, but hey, there's that. He and I had fun today musing on the topic of the Nazgul stealing office supplies...*screeeeeeech* I'm pilfering your post-its! Shiiiiiire...sssssstaplessss...
Oh my god, too funny. Everyone knows the Witch King is after the paperclips. Workhusband and I also agree that anytime Aragorn lops someone or something's head off, it's pretty awesome. Anyway, um, not much else. Going to hunt for a David Tennant picture to make my work desktop pretty. Oooh, and swing dancing tomorrow. I hope it's better than last week. I hope bad hat Dean is not there. I hope the first Ben of the three IS there. Actually, I hope all the Bens are there.
Oh, and I got my new Top Gear magazine over the weekend, and wow that Lamborghini looks wacky. It's supposed to be the ultimate in Lambo supercar-ness, it costs 1.1 million pounds, and my first reaction was that it looks like Kryton's head from Red Dwarf. And I found a typo in Clarkson's article, so my best friend suggested I apply to become an editor for TG magazine, which would kick twelve tons of ass. Maybe I will. My Jane Austen ladies think my work is clever, maybe I just need to redirect my focus from 19th century British authors and book club meetings to Italian supercars and rear-wheel suspension.
I got this.