Where are your appointments tomorrow???
Carpenter. State/Eisenhower.
Not downtown, though the bus depot is there.
'Harm's Way'
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Where are your appointments tomorrow???
Carpenter. State/Eisenhower.
Not downtown, though the bus depot is there.
So, where was dinner? Did you have fun? Curious....
And on a note of serendipity, the Globe Food section had an article about poutine today: [link]
I am Juliana. My inner three-year-old is demanding a nap, in fact. The pouring rain has that effect on me. I'd kind of forgotten how hypnotic it is.
Must take shower before ending up back in bed again.
So, where was dinner? Did you have fun? Curious....
The House, which I've passed every day for 19 months and not tried. OMG SO GOOD. Ahi tuna tartare, unagi with avocado rice, asparagus with sesame dressing, and the best shrimp dumpling I've had in years. Old-school, very light dumplings. For my entree, I had Kobe beef and morels. Nomnomnomnom.
I did have fun. It was a very nice time - Martin made sure Gary and Johnny Chow joined us, too. We also went to Ace's and Amante's. People were very sweet. I drank a lot of wine. I want to go back to bed now.
Yay, Emmett!
-ma and hugs to all who need them.
I called my friend yesterday, the one who had the premature baby to tell her that Mom and I would be around tomorrow if she wanted company. She hasn't called me back yet. I'm wondering if I should call her again tomorrow or let her be.
Hooray for Emmett's touch-em-all skills!
Yay, Emmett.
We also went to Ace's and Amante's.
Sigh. I still have my matchbox from Amante's.
Adventures in Mr. Mom-ing (to conflate two movies).
Emeline didn't want to stay at the Treehouse very long. I don't think she's feeling well, though she currently doesn't have a fever.
We walked home. Wait. I lied. I walked home; she was carried 95% of the way.
As a treat for my not-feeling-good little girl, I stopped and got her a fudgsicle.
By the time we arrived home, she was covered in melted fudgsicle and my left arm and shoulder were similarly coated.
She is now freshly bathed and clad, and I have a new shirt on. She is spacing out on the couch and I am going back to reading Sandman.
Oy.