Bailey is home! Yay! He got back on Wednesday night, while I was eating delicious Indian food and fretting about the fact that there are all sorts of exciting places to crash and die on the roads between Boise and Olympia, also smexy ladies galore in Las Vegas, and what if being around his family made him realize that I was all sorts of wrong ( Read more... )

WARNING: I'm rambling. A bunch. But love and nerves do that to a person ( Read more... )

Jason and me will start a band named Flaky Coyote and our first single is Bitchin' Popcorn. The only chords will be the three I know.

He really should be writing that paper of his and I should be asleep.

Holy crap motorcycles are AWESOME. Zac decided to give me a ride back to my dorm after dinner on his Triumph and it was the COOLEST THING EVER and also I'm better at getting on the bike than most people- you just STRIDE over like it was a horse that isn't alive and you're fine ( Read more... )

I had an excellent Saturday, even if we did forget to buy brown sugar and could only afford artificial vanilla.* Zac sent David to "kidnap" me, but David didn't pay much attention and ended up kidnapping Leah as well, which was fun ( Read more... )

(I try not to be too sweary, but the subject line deserved it. I just wanted to be coherent for a theatre history review! Not stay up all night ( Read more... )

Paper hats are weird. I don't mean rolled-up cones of construction paper for all your princess imagination needs, I mean paper mockups of hats one will someday make in felt, buckram, straw, etc ( Read more... )

I was an unintentionally awfully bad hostess to Maia yesterday. We had planned to watch A Knight's Tale and Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. (On Tuesdays, 7 day rentals are 99 cents at Crazy Mike's, so we got those two, Treasure Planet, and Thoroughly Modern Millie.) Except, ten minutes into that glorious anachronistic Heath Ledger ( Read more... )

Today is my birthday ( Read more... )