The week needs to end now. I have run out of brain.

Our new house was inspected this morning, and everything looks good. No major problems. YAYS. We should be closing on it in a month or less.

Weekend plans: cleaning the apartment, going grocery shopping, going to the farmers market, maybe going for a bike ride.

Tonight: My birthday. At home, quiet. I had been thinking possibly a pedicure, but my feet got horrifically blistered last week from pinchy shoes and they're still not completely healed, so I may hold off until they don't look so scary.

Tomorrow: Possibly attempt a brief jaunt downtown with Matilda and a Macy's gift card to see if I can find a pair of comfy spring/summery dress shoes; right now, I have almost nothing I can wear when the weather warms up because my shoe collection has dwindled to just a few pairs, all very firmly fallish to wintry.

Then hop on BART and head to javachik's house for Suzi's farewell brunch, then either hop back on BART or ride home with Hec.

Then do some sort of low-key birthday fuss for Hec.

Sunday: Post-birthday brunch with mom; post-birthday miscellaneous fussing with dad; copious laundry.

{{{}}} for GC and Josie.

After yesterday's plethora of bad pet news, I went home and snuggled with Amarna for as long as she could take it before she jumped off and prowled the apartment. We also had fun playing "hide the featherstick under the kitty crack pad," which is her favorite game in the world. She's really good at leaping at the stick from a distance and sliding both her body and the crack pad across the carpet. (If I had hardwood flooring, it'd be on the other side of the room the first time we played it.)

As for this weekend, now that I've got my four loads of laundry done this morning, tonight I'll clean out the stuff growing in my fridge and then do my dishes before Doctor Who gets started. Oh, and I have to stop by the bookstore to see what my hours are both this weekend and next week--I hope I'm working tomorrow, otherwise, it'll be three weeks since my last shift there. I know that they've had to cut back hours, but that's ridiculous.

Hee--the Chicago Tribune is doing an eat-'n-post at the Taste of Chicago today!

Sometimes, the differences in slang between the US and the UK can be disconcerting....

Family of faggot fans fly the flag

A West Midlands family is playing a central role in the quest to raise the profile of a forgotten British dish - faggots.

The Doody family from Wolverhampton has been crowned The Faggot Family in a national competition, and to kick off their reign they will launch National Faggot Week.

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"The great British faggot is full of flavour and a great belly warmer at this time of year."

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The competition was organised by faggot producer Mr Brain's Faggots.

That they are the Doody family only makes me all the more 12.

Sometimes, the differences in slang between the US and the UK can be disconcerting....

Why don't those UK people use correct American slang?

a forgotten British dish - faggots

The article doesn't explain what it is! I thought in British, faggot meant cigarette, but from the sidebar I'm guessing this is some kind of homemade sausage roll?

I thought in British, faggot meant cigarette

I don't remember hearing it used that way (fags were cigarettes), but faggot was used to mean a bundle of sticks for fire.

My weekend plans involve working both days from unholy early and, well, not getting a migraine, mostly.