My stomach decided to rebel against me as soon as I had finished my super yummy dinner. Teacup Guy is fine, so it wasn't my cooking.

700 Club Slut!

Timelies, all.

It's been an orientally interesting day.

In no particular order:

I drove from work this afternoon to the eyeglass place to get my bent frames adjusted. Go out to the parking lot, and the car won't start. Click. Then nothing. Cue three hours of world-class networking by Hubby at home to get various friends to ferry me and then the battery to our "son", who usefully works at a garage. Corrosion had frelled up the connection. I now have squeaky clean battery terminals. Cost: three hours and no dollars and no cents.

Cop stops by the house, Hubby comes out suspiciously. Cop comments favorably that the fence was now standing up straight and concealing the cars in the backyard. Apparently the neighbors had feared vandalism. Also the teenagers of the neighborhood have been gossping about the "hot rod" we've got back there ('69 Mustang, seen better days, for sale). Cop also says, "Oh, you finally got curtains up. Gosh, you've got dandelions." Yes, the neighborhood is kind of Stepford, but at least no one is hounding us about church.

Teenaged boy comes back for second scouting run on said Mustang. His girlfriend's dad wants to get a car to restore for her, and he sent teenager over to see if it does start and how much it smokes. We're asking 2K, but we wouldn't mind at all if word got out and a bidding war occurred.

I need to call the parent company of the software I'm doing tech support for to arrange an interview, as they're pulling the tech support back into the main office and are looking at bringing over some of the trained support staff. In the course of discussing this with Hubby, I discover that he harbors secret beliefs that I'm too old to be economically viable. "Schedule the interview for later this week, then you can go and get your hair colored." True, it looks better as a clearer copper red, but my hair color is perfectly acceptable for what it is--except for the obvious locks of grey that are beginning to show. To me, they're cool accents. To him, they're dirty blonde evidence of--well, of something apparently.

I am tired of interesting.

Beej, if it's not too late, I wish you all the weather-ma in the world for your event.

Gud, good news is great to hear.

Was that a Laura sighting? Did anyone get a clear look?

ChiKat, you need to have a complete breakdown and take a week off, on doctor's orders. Let 'em see how they manage then. You did see the air quotes around "complete breakdown", right?

connie, I hear you on the interesting.

OMG! 30GVideoIPOD!!!MINE!!

Pardon me while I squee.

PS, thank you all SO MUCH for the birthday wishes.

Skipping many posts, as I still have no internet at home (but, in related news, a new high score on Bejewled).

So much -ma to Kristin! And general -ma to those as needs it.

Now I'm off, before Mallory decides to unplug the public embassy computer, or have a meltdown...but first, a funny story about his doctor visit today.

They were really busy, so there was a long wait between the checkup and the shots. I had run out of other options and was letting Mallory open and close the supply drawers in the exam room (but not touch anything in them!), which was amusing him greatly. Then the nurse came in to note something in his file and said, "Oh here, I can give him one of these to play with" and pulled a tongue-depresser thingy out of the drawer. It immediately went into Mal's mouth, of course...and was also a bit longer than a tongue depresser and had a branched end, like the end of a femur. She said, "Now you can tell him when he's older that he used to suck on pap smear sticks!"

(And here I could've sworn they were made out of spiky metal and broken glass).

YAY for video ipods! I hope you had a good day.

Ooo! I missed wishing Plei a happy birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PLEI!