Oh my gosh you guys, if I didn't have a paper due the next two Tuesdays I would totally make a cake tonight. With pink frosting. I would be so good.

But alas! I chose to slack off and do the minimum amount of work for the last three days and now it's catching up to me. Oh no, four days. And this morning.

( Long and with pictures )

So Festus almost certainly drew my name for Secret Santa, as this was the third shift where he followed me around asking what he should get "his friend from school" for Christmas. I've answered his question several times -- sarcastically, circuitously, even legitimately. For all that I helped and snarked and been confused, Festus has been, well, ( Read more... )

When Lacey and I were eight years old and Katie was thirteen, Mom worked at Vie de France in Maryland. We were on the far extremes of the DC metropolitan area. It took Mom an hour and a half to get home on a good day ( Read more... )

( Three dreams in one )

Since I went to Basic I can't upload photos anymore, so here's some photos I've taken lately but haven't had a chance to post anywhere.

( Remember when I said that I was experiment with makeup? )

A random coworker that I had never seen before walked up to me and greeted me by name, even before I had turned around. He said, "What are you wearing tomorrow?"

It was a weird question, but I answered honestly. "A green blouse."

"What's that?"

"It's a blouse. That's green."*

"I don't get it.

"It's a button-up shirt."

"Ohhh!" he laughed. "You're not ( Read more... )

It appears that I have my big Halloween plans taken care of! I will be haunting Loudoun Museum somehow, either as a narrator or as a character, I'm not sure which yet. Also theater-related, I donated my corset and my long skirt to the Sterling Playmakers for their production of Cinderella. They seemed very pleased with the items. "They look like ( Read more... )

Even though we had our AC back on Sunday evening, living through such temperatures tends to affect you. It's like a scar that sits inside, where no amount of normal central air can touch. It's like that feeling of ice I had when Mom and I were lost at near-freezing temperatures at Sugarloaf Mountain, only backwards. I hadn't stopped shaking then ( Read more... )

To start off with, just because I have the link open on my clipboard still:


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( Swing Dancing )