Because, given that mom's boyfriend is forty-seven, boyfriend feels dumb to say, so I might just say "the man she dates" but I'm not trying to say anything about their relationship.

So I'm just going with it.

Seems like a good plan.

Also, carrot cake from scratch? Nice.

Yesterday, he baked me a carrot cake (which is my favorite). Perhaps I should clarify. He baked me a 2-layer carrot cake FROM SCRATCH. Including the frosting.

Mmm. That's a good boy you have there.

{{{Fay}}} Best of luck getting the cat into the carrier.

I have nothing to say today. I couldn't even think of much to write in my journal this morning. I am so boring.

THE CHECK CAME!

It is written out to BOTH me and my dad. Somehow before 2:30, I have to get it signed by dad, in the account, and out to JP to sign my apartment documents.

Could this day get any more stressful?

I honestly cannot imagine making carrot cake from scratch. That's a lot of grating. Going withit aeems like the way to go.

Good luck wit the cat, Fay. I'm glad to hear that Daniel was back being friendly so soon after the big scary noise event - Jadzia ahs stayed mad at me for as long as a month after being stuffed into a carrier and taken to the vet. It sounds lile any advice I might give has already been given.

Well done, Teppy's boy!

JZ's birthday is tomorrow, and she was interested in a carrot cake. I might have to peruse recipes.

I got her the best present.

We're back from our whirlwind trip to LA for Kim's wedding. Drove down all day Friday, went to the out-of-towners dinner that night and crashed at the hotel. Saturday lazed around the pool and explored the Los Angeles Central Library (directly behind our hotel) which is So Freakin' Cool.

Wedding Saturday afternoon into the evening. All kinds of hipsters and Angelino bohemians. I got to meet the woman who wrote the screenplay for Slapshot! How cool is that? She also script doctored North Dallas Forty and wrote Ladies and Gentlemen The Fabulous Stains and Swing Shift (which infamously deviated quite a bit from the original script).

Sunday we squeezed in breakfast with Scrappy and WBBF. So fun, and OMG was she looking hot. New haircut + slim, trim Scrappy = sexy. Had a great talk with her BF too, as always.

Then we were able to see my friend Josh and his wife Bonnie who is 39 weeks, belly-button popped, baby-has-dropped pregnant. Then all-day drive back last night.

Could this day get any more stressful?

If the check didn't come? If Toto ate all the Monopoly pieces? If you accidentally dyed your hair green?

Yay, check! Deep breaths for all the hoop jumping to come.

vw, at least the check is there. You'll get it all done, I'm sure.

...mmmm, cake.

is entirely stuffed.

Man, how much do I love the Wicked soundtrack? LOTS. I love it LOTS and LOTS. Yes. And I think that if I keep at it, I may be able to sing along to things without breaking into great wrenching sobs. Possibly. Because they're cracking songs, and it's a shame to not be able to get past the OMGWeep!!! response.

...and I really do rather want Glinda/Elphaba. Yes. Because, OMG, it's even MORE so in the musical than it was in the book. Fabulous. And also, of course, I just love the notion of fanfic derived from a musical derived from a book derived from a movie derived from a book. LOVE. IT.

...so people keep coming to view the flat, which is a total bombsite still, although less so than yesterday. This time the agent doing the showing round was all 'so, can I have your number?' Honestly. Egypt. Yesterday some random Egyptian bloke lurking in the room at the British Embassy was all 'so are you available to go out for a drink', despite the fact that I had engaged with him Not At All beyond a cursory 'hello'.

In Britain, I'd be flattered. Here - well, it is flattering, of course, but also it comes (for me) with a healthy dose of "You, sir, would totally lose your shit if anyone made such an approach to your sister. So clearly you think I'm a random slapper, which - not so much with the flattering, actually."

That said, I think that next year I'm going to be looking back on the whole constant ogling with a whole shitload of wist. Because in Egypt - well, in the Middle East as a whole, actually - fatness isn't a strike against being perceived as attractive. Simply not the issue that it is in the west. Which is a nice paradigm, if you're a fat lass. Thailand, on the other hand, apparently more with the 'Fat Girls Are Total Freaks! Let's mock them!' outlook. Although Thai people generally just say this to other Thai people, rather than to foreigners, which is something, I guess.

...sorry, I've said this before, haven't I? Didn't mean to retread old ground. Back to the point - rental agent hitting on me. God bless Egypt. Captain Appropriate is just not driving the tugboat.