Happy birthday, FredPete!
I rarely drink hot chocolate, but when I do I like cocoa, the kind you mix with milk and sugar and drop of vanilla (because unlike Nilly I don't have vanilla sugar in my house). And I love beyond all reason the kind of super duper fancy Italian hot chocolate, the kind that's basically a melted chocolate bar in a cup, but I don't know how to make it at home.
Have you been?
I have, but I've never had the cereal--I like their pomegranate frozen yoghurt. It does have almost all the cereal in the world and many of the toppings, though.
t Waving everybody goodnight, as I can't keep my eyes open anymore, and "touch typing" requires the typist to be awake, even if their eyes may be shut
I don't know how I'm going to meet this deadline. The work just seems to grow, the more I try to go ahead with it.
But I won't think about it now. Mainly because I'm sleeping on my feet. Um, I mean, on my chair. My body pretty much has the shape of a chair by now.
t /babbling. For now
[Edited because, duh, typing when half-asleep contains typos by definition.]
I just took the NY Times "Test Your Disaster IQ" and came up a "Survival Expert" - which is rather amusing. (I know that I'll need water but do I have a 3-days supply of water handy? No. Nor do I have batteries for my flashlight or even a good non-plug in radio.)
Been getting a taste of what disabled people go through routinely. Been walking with a cane this week (bad case of plantar fasciitis). And the nasty comments people make. Like when they have to go around me because I'm slow getting through the door. "You may have all day. I don't." (Followed by little girl accompanying the commenter "yeah, we don't have all day". Great lesson to teach your kid Mom.) Or when I'm able to put down the cane briefly to get something off the shelf: "look, he's faking it." I hope to off the cane soon. But I have to admit I'm shocked that deliberate rude remarks (from freakin adults) are so common.
Man, people really do suck.
Hey! I know the woman who wrote the book on surviving disaster.
You could try saying loudly "Next week I won't have a cane, but you'll still be rude!"
Sorry, dude, welcome to my world.
Now you know why I love it when Dr. House is so rude.
Or why it bonded me to Keith Olbermann when he answered his detractors with "Save oxygen. Kill yourself."
(I should be horrified,but I never felt so close to a notorious person. Although he is not allowed to e-mail the public anymore because he did that.)