Fun! Do you ever play what we call the ABC game? You pick a category and go in a circle; if it's animals, the first person says aardvark, the second says bear, etc. No time limit and no clapping, though. We play it at dinner all the time.
Oh, no. I will suggest it, though. I think Julia and Chris could handle that, now. A few years before we started 20 Questions, we played "The Guessing Game." I had all three children at the doctor's office, and they'd put us in the exam room, and then seemed to forget about us. The kids were too young for 20 Questions then, so I made up the Guessing Game as its idiot twin. You think of something, and give a hint, and people try to guess it. If they make too many guesses that are too far off, you give another hint. And you don't have to restrict your answers to the guesses, to either "yes" or "no." Sometimes, Chris still prefers the Guessing Game, so when we play, it's always the Thinker's Choice as to format.
I'm sorry, but I can't get irate with anyone who can say:
So let me say defensively at the outset that I love animals, and I particularly love goofy animals like penguins, platypuses, ostriches, giraffes, sloths, armadillos and kangaroos who seem to have been designed by drunken angels on the day God was off making other worlds.
If he'd mentioned echidnas and mole rats too, I'd email him my support.
Maybe he needs your support to speak his love loud and proud, billytea.
I'm way more excited about the honeymoon than I am about the wedding. Is that wrong?
No way. It's all great.
Gronklies, everyone. My two day leg cramp seems to have all but disappeared sometime during the blackout last night. I'm still swollen and achy here and there, but I actually feel a little bit like myself today, rather than a cranky, old, rheumatic mutterer.
Don't worry, I'm still cranky.
I'm way more excited about the honeymoon than I am about the wedding. Is that wrong?
No. Especially if you're more excited about the marriage than about either the wedding or the honeymoon.
x-posted with my lj
Gah. Lots to do today. Finally picked up my dry cleaning last night - 18 pieces, $31.50. Can't beat that. But I'm probably going to end up at work late tonight, then I have to pack for a staff conference this week. Which is at the Swisshotel six blocks from my office, but whatev. Then meetings, meetings, meetings all weekend long.
My friend C is taking care of the dog for the weekend. I have this almost pathological resistance to asking anyone for help or favors. I'm generally much more comfortable just taking care of things on my own. But I knew I was being foolish, and boarding her for a weekend is expensive and unnecessary so I just made myself go ahead and ask a month or so ago. She agreed, so all was cool. Then last week she asked if I still needed her to do it, and I said it would be great if she still could. And she said "oh, excellent, I was afraid you'd made other arrangements." She's totally looking forward to it, planning to just come get Lucy and take her home with her because she doesn't want her on her own all weekend, and she's been discussing it with her mom, and determining that her cats will just have to deal, etc... So it's been an excellent reminder to me, that people
like
to do things for their friends, that a favor isn't automatically an imposition. I have no problem with this on the other end, I'm happy to help out where I can, but somehow it's always really hard for me to ask.
And a wedding = event planning, which is super stressful IMO. Honeymoon = awesome vacation with your spouse!
My day is complete! I have achieved underwire poke-through.
First thing this morning, I got stuck behind a semi filled to the brim with liquid shit. It took a few more hours to realize that this would be today's theme.
Don't you just hate bad omens?
Have any of you seen the PBS special that Ewan McGregor did on polar bears?
I have! I have! He is pretty funny. Those things are sort of wonderfully strange -- what weirdo out there said, Hey! Julia Roberts + yurts = fun!!
I want to meet that person. (It was actually fun to watch. Julia spent a lot of time in Mongolia, being wind-blown and drinking horse-milk.)
I am all a-packing for moving Sunday. Flatmate will be home for pretty much 2 more hours before Saturday night. I am way more packed than she is. WTF? She is only getting anxious about that deficit now. Clearly, I need to feed her amphetamines, or something.
I should have caught on more quickly, although in my defense I hadn't had any coffee at the time. But really, do good omens ever gag you with the stink of hot crap?
That's very cool, brenda.
Underwire poke through and liquid shit, not so cool. My sympathies.
That sounds like a wonderful honeymoon, Rio. And teh honeymoon is all abotu yo and Saget, while the weding for you and yoru families and yoru guests and posterity and tradition and whatnot, so it doesn't surprise me at all that the honeymoon is more inviting to look forward to.
One of these days the grammar police are going to lock me up and throw awy the key.
