I am going to attempt food shortly. I think you're all right; it was the antibiotic. Cross your fingers for me.
Needless to say, we are going to wait to eat our take-out until we get home.
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I am going to attempt food shortly. I think you're all right; it was the antibiotic. Cross your fingers for me.
Needless to say, we are going to wait to eat our take-out until we get home.
We get Time, as it was part of a set of magazines offered to us in exchange for about-to-expire frequent flyer miles. (This also netted us The Economist, Atlantic Monthly, and Wine Spectator. I'm sure our postal carrier thinks we're highly erudite people.)
Anyway, this week's Time coverboy is Obama. I've been trying to explain to Annabel a little about How the World Works without being too pushy about it, and in an effort to see how much of it has sunk in, I asked her if she knew who he was. She didn't, and I told her. She said, "Brock Obama? That's a funny name." I have to say, given the diversity of her preschool class, I'm surprised she has a mental category for "funny name," but, then again, none of her classmates are Kenyan. So I went through my basic spiel about what a president is, asked if she remembered the caucus we went to just before Eli's birthday party, etc. Her only comment was that Obama has big teeth, and that her daddy has the same shirt he's wearing.
She will, however, when prompted, agree that Obama is preferable to McCain.
Kristin, I've had that reaction to antibiotics before. The doctor I went to said to try taking it with food, rather than on an empty stomach.
I've now taped up my computer cords enough that there is now only one cord visible under my desk, and it's a white extension cord that lies flat in the corner between the white wall and the white carpet, so it's barely visible. Next step, the tangle behind my TV. I've got a TV, a DVD/VCR, a Playstation, and a Wii in a tiny little space, with no obvious ways to hide anything, so that one's going to be tricky. Also, the stand it's on is antique, so I don't really want to put any adhesive on it.
So. Some not so happy developments today --
Earlier today, I noticed that one of our city recycling bins had a tag on it. I mentioned it to S.
A couple of hours ago, we heard a car alarm go off in the street below.
I just found out it was the car of our neighbors in the unit next to us. Somebody had tagged their back window (with a finger, in the window dirt), and busted out their rear driver's side window.
Out of nowhere, our neighborhood has gone to shit.
I did not know there were lions.
There's a lion habitat with a glass-walled/roofed walkthrough, and there was a male lion lounging on top of the walkthrough. The ceiling was too dirty and scratched up for good pictures, but it was neat to walk underneath a lion.
Yikes, Sean.
I'm watching Center Stage. The ballet at the end is possibly the silliest thing I've ever seen. But it's still a fun movie.
Center Stage is SUCH a fun movie. I own it on VHS.
Is it pan-zan-AYAH or pan-zan-ELLAH?
I think panzaneELLAH, because it's not spanish, and only spanish makes it AYA?
So, went to the murder mystery party. There were LOTS of people there. I had an AWESOME time being a call girl and being all suggestive and throaty voiced and flirting with people and making double-entendres. They gave us fake money to gamble with, and I even got someone to pay me for a hug. Hee. I kissed her on the cheek too. And later, she was telling her friends and girlfriend she got a kiss. I was like "A hug?" and they were like "BUSTED!" Heh.
Annoyingly, the GILF was friendly enough that people who did not know either of us though we were DATING, but unfriendly enough that she left without saying goodbye. HRMPH.
But overall the party was much fun. AND I guessed the murderer! Only four of us (out of...30 or more people at hte party?) did.
pan-zan-EL-ah
And Sean, that sucks.
Kristin, I hope you continue to feel better!
I, out of nowhere, have another fucking cold. My throat feels like someone's been cleaning it with a brillo pad.
I, out of nowhere, have another fucking cold.
Out of nowhere? Or out of the mouths of babes? 'Cuz agar's got nothing on babythroats when it comes to cultivating new and debilitating cultures.
I was looking at the Buffista map, and I feel like I should be doing missionary work for the Buffistas so that our influence and numbers can grow.