Nov 14, 2006 10:13
I just realized that morphine called me a whoore. On the packet she sent - which is still sitting on my desk as I've yet to decide where one keeps a bird book (my mother, inexplicably, kept hers in the cereal cupboard)- there's an alligator sticker beside my name. The alligator has a speech balloon beside his mouth that says "Ho!" On the back of the packet there's tiny human figure in a singlet-bodyside and giant bat wings. I've taken this sticker as t_mo's acknowledgement of Hallowe'en. Where ever did she find the alligator-Ho! one?
Also, yesterday I was, strangely, fully ready for lecturing and for presenting a paper a full two hours in advance of when these activities were meant to take place. I celebrated by sitting in my office "working on other stuff" until my cell phone rang, at which point I dumped a full cup of tea into my bag in my ecstatic scramble to find the phone.
And finally, hier soir, D cooked this awesome dinner that included hot peppers. But he didn't wear gloves - who knew you're supposed to?? - when washing the peppers and ended up with a condition called (we looked it up on internet) "Hunan Hand." This means his hand felt like it was burning up for 8-10 hours last night, and the only relief he had came when his hand was submerged in ice cold water. So, we finally used up a good portion of the ice left from kelly_jones's marriage soiree.
Hunan hand. hehe.