My lunch was not good.

Mine was excellent. Slanted Door now has a takeout counter in the Ferry Building. It's ridiculous how many kinds of good food I can have within a three block radius.

And the thought of my plus-sized ass in those panties!

amen

my crazy idea of the day is:

since it is nice outside for the first time in ever, I think I will go home shortly, put on exercise clothes and go for a long walk.

Dear endorphins,

Please come out to play.

love, me

Spinning around with sparklers is fun, as is drawing with them in the air. I have spent most of my life in states where fireworks are illegal, but on every state line, there are establishments that are pathetically eager to sell me every form of firework imaginable.

I suppose no one will be surprised when I say that I have a scar on the top of one foot that marks where my sister dropped a sparkler on me. Yes, I have wished I were an only child.

Two nights before our wedding, we had out-of-town guests over to the apartment, and I got drunk enough that toasting marshmallows on skewers over the burners on our gas stove seemed like a good idea.

It actually worked pretty well, IIRC.

Also, I LOVE sparklers, yet I never chased my brother with one. It was a tragically missed opportunity.

Sounds like a great plan, msbelle. I had a similar thought and took a walk around the upper parts of the lab today during lunch. Saw 12 deer hanging out chowing down on all the green that's everywhere since the rains, watched some orange butterflies that actually have little balls on the tips of their antennae, just like in the cartoons, and generally enjoyed the sunshine and non-rainy weather.

My lunch was good, but had 5 minutes to eat it before a big conference call. Turkey sandwich considerably less enjoyable if you have to eat an entire half without stopping for breath.

In college and law school I just skewered a marshmallow and lit it with a regular Bic, or the "Big lighter with the [click click trigger motion]."

I spent several years of college living in a badly heated dorm, and we all had electric space heaters, even though they were theoretically banned by the authorities. Many of us were known to roast marshmallows over the space heaters.

and I got drunk enough that toasting marshmallows on skewers over the burners on our gas stove seemed like a good idea.

Can't do it. We did this with hotdogs once when I was growing up, and my friend came down with strep the next day, and to our seven-year-old selves the evidence couldn't have been clearer. To this day I can't contemplate cooking something in the gas flame like that.