Okay, well, not *stabbed,* as much as -- I was trying to pry apart 2 veggie burgers that had frozen together in an icy embrace, and I used a knife, and because I don't have even one shred of common sense, the pointy part of the knife was aimed at me, rather than away, and when the veggie burgers finally uncoupled, the momentum of the knife made me jab myself in the stomach.
Replace burgers with roll and stomach with finger and then the not so much stabbing with the actual stabbing and I am Tep. I am very pretty.
Also, I have an unexplained itchy rash in the curve under my boobs, and ye gods is it annoying.
The Monistat chafing gel stuff is a wonder for this.
I feel bad for laughing, but my the Bitches are a clumsy lot. I still love you all, even if your embrace is rather puffy and plastic right now.
Hey, so long as you still love us? We're good.
Announcement: I have not hurt myself at all this morning.
Cindy's like Dial-A-Mom, with all the helpful hints in life, and none of the guilt!
Sometimes there is guilt. But still? Quality advice that should be heeded.
The Buffistas, making merry sport with each others' big moments since 199--something.
::snerk::
and something I said made him stop in the middle of the conversation and say, "Damn, I love you." And *that* made me feel all giddy.
::claps::
We're not sick as dogs, but right now, we're not up to sitting through a reading, either. And I am pissed, because I already can't go to the party, tomorrow.
Cindy, fwiw, I just checked at the KATE'S MYSTERY BOOKS website, and they just say that Deb will be signing books from 6-7, so it doesn't sound like there will be an actual reading. Has anybody heard otherwise?
Granted, if Cindy and I both end up there at the same time, the universe is likely to end, so there's that to consider.
yeah, the email I have from Deb from the other day says "signing," not "reading"
Tep, that's not only hugely, weirdly romantic, it's exactly and quintessentially
you.
And that the Boy not only gets that but loves you right back? So freaking awesome. Unless you're going to kick my ass for saying it, I think I love the Boy too, just for his crazy smarts in loving you.
yeah, the email I have from Deb from the other day says "signing," not "reading"
Did she say what she was doing after? I seem to remember she had a thing with another local friend of hers, but I may just have smoked some monkey crack.
In any case, I'm using the signing as an excuse to get to REDBONES around 5 and hang (and eat and drink beer) there until 6 or so.
yeah, you'll see me there.
yeah, you'll see me there.
Sweet! I was looking over the current beer list, and OMGWTFBEER!!!!
Cindy, fwiw, I just checked at the KATE'S MYSTERY BOOKS website, and they just say that Deb will be signing books from 6-7, so it doesn't sound like there will be an actual reading. Has anybody heard otherwise?
I find this a little comforting in that I won't be missing a reading. It doesn't look like we're going, though, and I hate to miss Deb while she's in town. It wouldn't have been a good weekend for us, even if we were feeling good. Dh actually is feeling slightly better, but I am feeling worse. I'm trying to convince myself to eat something, but nothing appeals.
Granted, if Cindy and I both end up there at the same time, the universe is likely to end, so there's that to consider.
It looks like the universe is safe, today, at least from us, Frank.
I think you and I will have to meet in Maine, if it's ever going to happen.
Sometimes there is guilt. But still? Quality advice that should be heeded.
Guilt?!? There was no guilt. There was powder and cream, and easier tire iron utilization. You should be
ashamed
of yourself, for mentioning guilt.
