reading the second Vicki Nelson book.
Me too. Get outta my brain, Vortex.
Of course this is after the three-hour drive home. I left the office at 5 and got home at 8. I drove through rain, sleet, freezing rain, and snow. I feel like the USPS. (We had 7 inches of snow in Frederick. Crazy. And I had to shovel it when I got home.)
I'm in a sweatshirt and yoga pants, with the dog curled up next to me on the couch. I had suriaca (broccoli rabe and canellini beans sauteed together in garlic and olive oil) for dinner, but no wine. I was afraid I'd fall asleep on the couch at 9 pm like I did last night after two beers. Now I'm waiting for DH to get home from the hockey game and then I may actually go to bed.
I almost want one, just for playing dress-up.
And they totally price themselves out of that market. Now I need to find someone with one, and we could have an infiniti dress party, with prizes given for the best dress in predetermined categories. Also, a drinking game for the DVD.
Hmm. It appears that what I have done to ensure sleep tonight is coming to fruit. Silk pyjamas ahoy!
I think I only ever saw the infinity thinger on infomercials at 3am.
LEE, YOU ARE THE TALL ONE. And the LAW ONE.
Therefore, you are Sam.
Plei, I can't believe you took a toddler to sushi! You're a brave woman.
Plei, I can't believe you took a toddler to sushi! You're a brave woman.
She's been going to sushi since she was a newborn. She generally eats the avocado out of her avocado maki (occasionally eating the rice bits), and as of tonight, bogarted the edamame.
They had really good vegetarian rolls there, too. I was pleased that I could eat without really missing the fish bits.
Therefore, you are Sam.
bitch (i'm going to have to add you to the bitchface list aren't i?)
We had tequila. It was nice.
eta: Not as nice as dinner with Plei and Paul and Jilli and Pete and Lilly, but still nice.
Jerk!
Mmm. Tequila.
So, if we're bumming around Downtown tomorrow--we're hitting at least one bar. Hell, if the hours are right, maybe we can hit Chapel.
Sweet!
Also? I love it when a plan comes together.
Me too!
Cass says she's Sam.
Okay, not really, but she probably won't read this, so let's say she did.
