Natter 55: It's the 55th Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
crap. I'm so tired that I can't remember what I did this weekend. Which was just yesterday, wasn't it?
Hmmm.. stretching the brain.
Friday? It was rainy so we stayed home.
Saturday? Took the Saturn to the dealer to get a roof rack (K's take? "I like it better with a roof rack. It looks cooler some how") and to get the 30K service. Dinner at Oinkster! which is the best name ever.
Sunday? Breakfast at Panera and got mom's gift at the Farmer's Market. Allyson came over and she and K went to see Grace. Finished Xmas cards. Had porkchops! Went to the Studio City holiday parade, but Noah got cold so we went home before the Caroling Truck.
Then work today. Where the school PTA provided lunch and a holiday thing. The PTA hired a party planner to plan and decorate it, along with a rental company to bring in stuff. Seriously. I find that batshit.
I am now kinda obsessed with Panera's souffle thingies. Damned you.
eta: and Porto's, but we don't have those here, so I can just suck it up.
The Spanish I get from this client always seems odd to me, but I can just kinda sorta read Spanish.
All I did this weekend was work and a little straightening, interspersed with rescuing shoes from the dog. I do seem to have made some pepper vodka that is possibly lethal.
Hey, Consuela, is it your birthday?
Skipping ahead to say that my Monday grated on my nerves up to the point that I came home. Upon coming home I opened up a letter saying that the judge didn't drop the traffic charges (expired inspection and plates) and that because I missed a letter somewhere and didn't take care of something mentioned in their letter, my license has been suspended! Now I have to find a way to take the time from work to go pay the court, and then pay the evilness living at the DMV to have it back.
Suck.
urgh. Hey, did you get my emails?
urgh. Hey, did you get my emails?
Sure enough I just sent one back
Friday: After a billion hours at SFO , finally made it to Seattle. Ran around bumping in to carolers in Seattle. Soak in hot tub. champagne and strawberries.
Saturday: pike place market, pioneer square , played " what wll make you take home the 5000.00 dollar rug with a rug dealer), Experience Music project, and A visit to A music Store, Dusty Strings. champagne and strawberries.
Sunday: Brunch all day with the Seattle peeps. Too full for dinner, but we found a jazz club soak in hot tub. champagne and strawberries.
Monday: Watch matt buy new computer bag - and then take a tour because it was all made in the US. Visit Seattle's library and find the red floor. On the drive to the airport , remember that today is our actual anniversary. fly home ,pet cat, eat pizza. no champagne or strawberries.
msbelle, those are brilliant!
My weekend felt very much like just a bit too much. Friday work, then a concert at the kids' daycare, then home. Can't remember dinner, so it was probably cheap take-out. Yep, cheap take-out plus The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe.
Saturday I did housework, picked up ita and took her to the pharmacy and then home. Then I ran errands with Franny while Isaac napped. Then a party for my AngeLingo editors in the evening which meant the kids got to play with friends until the v. v. late hour of 9:30 pm. Then home to bed.
Sunday I lay out contact paper in shelving, realized there wasn't enough, moped when I realized that the kitchen work wouldn't be finished that day anyway, then graded most of the afternoon. Then it was out to dinner, and back home to grade some more.
