On 8-2-10
So how does one celebrate?
Well, first of all by realizing something spiffy like how 8 + 2 = 10. Yay!
And then by cutting a slice of what my dad created, something we all lovingly call 'cake pie.' As in, "what kind of pie is that?" "Cake pie!" It's a cake made in a pie plate. Funfetti, no less.
And ordinarily, also with alcohol. But I spent most of the day sleeping and I just plain don't feel like drinking right now, so I settled for iced tea.
And finally, with another conversation I remembered from Saturday:
Griff: You know what's gonna be sad?
Me: What?
Griff: When we're too old to cosplay, like, teenaged characters.
Me: Griff, right now I'm about 33.
Griff: ...Well, yeah. There's that.
And the cable just went out. Weird.
Well, first of all by realizing something spiffy like how 8 + 2 = 10. Yay!
And then by cutting a slice of what my dad created, something we all lovingly call 'cake pie.' As in, "what kind of pie is that?" "Cake pie!" It's a cake made in a pie plate. Funfetti, no less.
And ordinarily, also with alcohol. But I spent most of the day sleeping and I just plain don't feel like drinking right now, so I settled for iced tea.
And finally, with another conversation I remembered from Saturday:
Griff: You know what's gonna be sad?
Me: What?
Griff: When we're too old to cosplay, like, teenaged characters.
Me: Griff, right now I'm about 33.
Griff: ...Well, yeah. There's that.
And the cable just went out. Weird.