From what the Moonstruck website says, I can purchase their chocolates from a local gift store. Or, I can drive down to Chicago and check out one of their chocolate cafes. Road trip!
Also, much ~ma to Katie B's friends and ND and family. Medical problems suck.
I picked up a bunch of movies to watch this weekend. It's to encourage me to finish my Bitch Blanket. I'm not doing anything hard, but I just keep putting it off because I think of a hundred other things to do. But when I watch movies, I like something to keep my hands busy so it's a perfect match.
You bastard!
Eh, I'm moving. What do I care?
Waitaminute... I'm taking b.org with me.
I didn't mean it. I take it back. So sorry...
Can you forgive me?
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~ma of the apartment variety for sj and the golden teacup boy.
Or, I can drive down to Chicago and check out one of their chocolate cafes.
That's where the action is. Their hot chocolate is the best I've had outside of Paris.
Two quick notes:
1. I met PolterCow! He was all kind and sweet and quietly snarkalicious, and his hair was
fabulous.
He must move here. I decree it.
2. Now that the rest of us all have our "what scrappy said" t-shirts, at last somebody out there has designed a t-shirt just for Robin.
Bleah. It's been a long week, and I'm tired. So I dont' really want to go OUT...but there's supposed to be snow tomorrow, so I fear tonight is my only chance this weekend! I may stay home anyway.
I will honestly be happy if I do okay on my GRE. Which is on February 23. Gak.
You will do awesome! I give you all my GRE-ma, and baby, I got plenty of it. It was rather nerve-wracking getting the scores right away, but also very cool!
there's a woman in my company who's last name is "Kuntster". And it's her married name. I would have never taken it.
Wow, yeah, there are times when you HAVE to buck tradition, there's just no choice...for god's sake, think of her CHILDREN!
I want a sister in law with a chocolate store! But not in Holland, cause that's too far away.
I can say that I'm not worse (where values of "worse" would equal "slicing parts of my enormous reservoir of fat off my body"). But still full of the tasty zesty self-hate. Whee.
Steph! I'm very sorry about the self-hate. The only cure is Cincy pimpage! Really!
Or maybe I shouldn't apply penguin psychology to humans.
Well, that's always an option. Of course, I heartily endorse penguin
therapy
for humans, which is where you inundate the humans with penguins until they feel better. (You will be adorinated. Resistance is futile.)
This is where I do my semi-annual pimping of my SiL's chocolate shop in Holland
What!? No online purchasing?! Seriously, the less-sweet chocolates sound heavenly. Unfortunately, I see no European vacations in my near future. Alas.
ChiKat, I think one of these coming weekends I'll have to do that. If I use it as a carrot, I might even get my taxes done before April 15th!
t stumbles into thread, weeping with self pity.
Sigh.
So, I got a great deal on a great pair of Fluevog Angels on eBay. They came today, and are as lovely as anticipated, in beautiful condition, perfect sole, blah blah blah.
Unfortunately, the seller had translated the UK size as 6.5 US. (I'm attempting my mother's old trick of ordering a half-size up, especially in brands that run small, to deal with my arch/width issues.) And I think in my head I confused them with another auction for a pair that were a UK 4.5. These are a UK 4. Fluevogs run small, so the real-feel is that of a tight US 6.
I have no idea what I'll do with them, but I swear, I'm about ready to slice off my fucking toes if I can fit into a pair of semi-stylish shoes once the wound heals.
The stupidest part is that this (fairly cheap, as such things go) mistake has me near tears.
I *really* was looking forward to wearing those shoes.
