randomness
Oh, I just love my co-workers. They really wanted to see my pictures from my trip, so I arranged a lunchtime slideshow for today. In the email I sent out about it, I said I'd be bringing goodies--I ended up bringing cranberry muffins and banana-blueberry bread--and suggested they bring some too, if they felt like it. And they did--cheese and crackers, chips with homemade salsa, a hot German potato salad, rice crispie treats, the whole shebang. Any excuse for food and they are SO THERE.
I now have leftover chips & homemade salsa in my house too. Yummy.
So my friend and I plotted historical RPF while we were traveling. Oscar Wilde and Ludwig II of Bavaria--the timing is a little wonky, but that's nothing compared to how wonky it gets later in this story--they really do get along quite well, so long as they're never in the same room together for very long. They like to write long letters to each other, arguing over aesthetic matters. And then we threw Mozart in while we were in Salzburg (I *know* the timing doesn't work at all, hush), deciding he'd be the third wheel-slash-anxious puppy. "C'mon, guys, let me play too! Don't you like me?"
I now have leftover chips & homemade salsa in my house too. Yummy.
So my friend and I plotted historical RPF while we were traveling. Oscar Wilde and Ludwig II of Bavaria--the timing is a little wonky, but that's nothing compared to how wonky it gets later in this story--they really do get along quite well, so long as they're never in the same room together for very long. They like to write long letters to each other, arguing over aesthetic matters. And then we threw Mozart in while we were in Salzburg (I *know* the timing doesn't work at all, hush), deciding he'd be the third wheel-slash-anxious puppy. "C'mon, guys, let me play too! Don't you like me?"