It is my day off, and I have napped, cleaned both litterboxes, snuggled Harvey, pushed him away from Sammie twice (he keeps biting her neck, the big horn-cat), and had a nutritious lunch.

Damn, that's exhausting. Next up, more napping and a trip to the library.

{{{juliana}}}

I have survived my morning. I am now at work. I just might make it through the day. Go figure!

Wow, Aimee, if he's that cool, introduce us. (Not really in a yenta way...just in whatever way. I have very few people locally to hang with.) MM could never really be stupid.

I am playing dress-up. Bosslady gave me two boxes full of clothes from her mother's closets - lots of warm winter stuff, including jeans in a size larger than I wear, so that I can dress in layers when the whether is really bad. Tons of pants, a set of warm winter jammies, a few sweaters, and two darling silk blouses. Woohoo!

Some of the pants and jeans don't fit, but I'ma chalk that up to the difference between Average and Petite fits.

Y'all don't have to post, I can talk alllllll by myself.

Amych: Oh, and Neil is a sabrist, not a foilist. t /sabre thwacks carrots

Is this supposed to turn into a mental Ginsu commercial?

ETA: OMFG I thought I would never get the fake tag code right! Kill me now before I try that again.

Yay for newish clothes, Andi!

I'm getting pooped out. I think I might go home soon.

Take care of you, vw!

ETA: Off to the library now. On foot! Ha! Hahahahhahaha! May also detour to the Walgreens to see if they have pure cocoa butter for the making of that which Daniel refers to as "goop".

Is this supposed to turn into a mental Ginsu commercial?

Hee! He slices! He dices! But can Neil Diamond CUT A TOMATO??!?

You get all this, and the steak knives are yours to keep absolutely free!

Nah, it's just a little twitch of mine -- people tend to talk about the three fencing weapons as if they were interchangeable (as in "not many people can weild a foil well enough..." above; most people good enough at sabre to get scholarships can't fence foil for shit, and vice versa), and the effect is a little like, hmm, calling hockey skates "figure skates", or something.

Ah, and after your edit, I see what you were asking. Yes, fencing (and sabre fencing in particular) is kind of my Bob. Thwacky thwacky thwacky.

Ah, Amych, your desire for precision is understandable. The funny thing is, I originally typed sabre, but not knowing which he used, fell back on foil, which was my brother's choice.