I've temporarily taken refuge in my car. I've cranked the AC and stacked the groceries near the fans. Thank goodness for hybrids. In theory landlady T. Should be home shortly, but who knows if she's working late or has after work plans. Dammit, I can't believe I did this.

Spoiled milk:

Note to self: hide spare key somewhere if I ever get into my house again.

I could drive down to Burbank and beg fridge space from my friend Tina, but that would be a 40 minute drive since it's rush hour. Dammit, I wish I knew if landlady were coming home soon.

Kristin, can you go buy a bag of ice at a convenience store?

It has Vodka (preferrably Monopolova), tomato juice, clam juice, olive juice, pepper, hot sauce (Louisiana Crystal is our fave), celery salt, squeezed lemon juice (go ahead and throw em in), and file. Garnish with either/and pickled green beans, celery, olives.

Hmm, I wonder if I'd have a bad reaction with the clam juice.

Kristin! Ack! Wish I had a spare, tho with the recording session and the drive, I think ND will be home sooner. Much Key~ma that T comes home soon with keys a dangling.

So I guess the question is... how much ice cream have ya been eating in the cool prius?

Good idea, Dana. I'm going to give landlady another 5 minutes and then head to a friend's house.

Kristin, is orange water cooler thingie still out there? is it clean? If you put frozies in there with ice, they'd prob keep for a while. Is there a cooler in the garage? That is a combo, ya? Unlock and get in, fill with ice and save some spoilage.

It has Vodka (preferrably Monopolova), tomato juice, clam juice, olive juice, pepper, hot sauce (Louisiana Crystal is our fave), celery salt, squeezed lemon juice (go ahead and throw em in), and file. Garnish with either/and pickled green beans, celery, olives.

What drink is this? It sounds like a classic Canadian Bloody Caesar, until you get to the file.

gronk.

So freaking tired, I just got home. My supervisor is leaving (no!) and I thought we were getting presents for her for her party next week. No, no we are getting her engraved stuff today. So I called Things Remembered, my boss paid, they'd have it for us by 6. I went to pick it up. They spelled her last name wrong. On three things (we got her a nameplate, clock, business card holder, and letter opener -- the letter opener had her initials so it was okay). So I left and went back around 7, she wasn't finished yet. AND one of the things had a scratch on it. Not huge but still visible and not acceptable. So she did the plate again.

And there was no gift wrapping, so I had to come home and gift wrap that. It's done! Everything is amazing.

However, G'ma called and asked if I could spend the weekend with her and I said yes, I'd be there tomorrow night. (this was before realizing I had to go to Things Remembered). Now I have laundry to do for the whole weekend, dishes to do, and I need to shave my legs.

Blergh.

Happy Birthday, Debet Esse!

Yay, Deena!

Hec, I'm so sorry to hear about your friend. Tons of ~ma to her.

Mmm, gnocchi! Teppy, your brother sounds like a fantastic cook; I must drag TCG up to his restaurant sometime this Autumn.

vw and Nora, if you're really interested in learning how to make gnocchi, my grandfather could probably teach us.

There was a lot more I wanted to comment on, but I didn't keep notes as I was catching up little by little on my cell.

Mom and I went outlet shopping today. I bought a few tops but no botttoms, because apparently if you are over a size 6, you're just out of luck. I'm really going to miss Thursdays shopping with Mom when her school year starts up again.

Omnis, the orange water cooler is likely in the garage, which is blocked by the truck, which is locked. The keys are in the house. In any case, the orange cooler was never cleaned and therefore is possibly sentient and has wandered off on its own.

I am, however, home. I drove down to Burbank to take refuge with friend T. She helped me to load my groceries into her fridge...at which point we discovered that the frozen blueberries I'd bought were 1.) no longer frozen, 2.) completely soaking the bottom of one of the paper bags and everything in it, and 3.) dripping on her floor. Thank the gods she has hardwood floors.

Anyway, about thirty minutes later my landlady called to say that she was home, so I loaded everything back up and drove back. I think most of the groceries survived. I am having a once-frizen TJ's pizza tonight, though, because it had completely thawed and would likely not be very appetizing if I re-froze it.

Thunk.