Not the long and winded squee I wanted to post, but today had been busier than expected.

[des_pudels_kern]

And I still have to prepare things for tomorrow. And it's too hot to go jogging. *mopes* Now, do I want to get up an hour earlier tomorrow to do so at a more reasonable temperature, or am I lazy? Mh, difficult decision

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[snakey]

What are 7/8 trousers? *mystified*

Wait. I should get the first tattoo before I start planning the second one, right? Forget I said anything.

Heh, you saw my post today? ;)

[des_pudels_kern]

7/8 refers to the length of the trousers. They end about mid-calf.

Nope. But I bet I can guess. Tattoo planning?

[snakey]

How did you guess? XD

So they're longer than 3/4 length trousers? *continues mystified by gradation of such things*

[des_pudels_kern]

My jedi powers. *nods* I knew sooner or later they'd resurface.

*counts using her fingers* 3/4... 7/8... I guess? H&M called them 7/8, I just followed their lead. As far as I'm concerned, if it's trousers, it's long. Unless it's shorts, in which case it's short.

[snakey]

Also I now can't help thinking of those flag signal brooches.... ;)

[des_pudels_kern]

Sorry. I thought about spelling D-E-V-I-L, but am a little bit reluctant. People (as in, my father) might be able to read it, and begin to wonder.

[snakey]

Aw, I like the devil idea.

(So long as it's not "permission to lay alongside" or "I need a diver to examine my bottom" like those brooches... XD I shoudl make good my threat to get Gilly one of those.)

[des_pudels_kern]

You would. You are one of the bad influence people!

(They are saying what?)

[des_pudels_kern]

Yay Firefly! *cheers*

[tabaqui]

Ooooooh, planning for a camp-sort-of trip, an adventure! I love to do that. I would so love to tag along on this trip!
:)
*lives vicariously through you*

[des_pudels_kern]

Not a camp trip. A training excavation, with work Monday to Friday, and we have to sleep in an unfurnished flat, and they said "bring your own electric kettle", and. It'll be hell. I know it'll be hell. Work. No adventure. Work.

[tabaqui]

But it *is* camping!
In a shelter.
:)

*pet pet pet pet*

[des_pudels_kern]

*sigh* Fine, fine, it's camping.

*likes being petted*

How incapacitated were you after getting a tattoo? "I just wanna lie here half-naked for a week", or "bah, it's been hours, let me get on with my life already"? I need to figure out when I can get mine. Which I planned to after Lebanon!excavation, but, well, not now that I'm off to another excavation only days later.

[snakey]

Hey, is there a good address to send you things at? :D

[des_pudels_kern]

See email.
While on excavation we pretty much drop off the face of the Earth. *shakes head and goes off on a tangent* How people coped before the age of text messages and emails, I don't know. As it is, I'll try to summon the energy to go to the, ahem, internet café (smoke signals would probably be faster than that connection) once a week to check my emails. And last year I sent texts to Em every now and then, although they did seem to reach her slightly garbled, who then posted to let people know I was still alive. Due to the heat and work and lack of sleep, I'll be lazy when it comes to doing that, though.