I also bought Windsparrow some grease fittings, sway bar links, and bushings for her car suspension.

Not so much romantic as whiligigs.

Oh, and a dome light lamp.

I have leftover papadelle with rabbit! Come on over, I'll share!

Not so much romantic as whiligigs.

true, but quite practical and very thoughtful.

I love the world tonight! God, that pork belly was a revelation!

Not so much romantic as whiligigs.

And it really isn't as romantic as spending your days sitting by the hospital bedside of my car-crash-comaed body after I lose control of the steering on an icy road, veer off into a ditch, have both front wheels fall off, and still have enough of the tail of the car sticking out on the road to be crunched by the Semi that couldn't stop in time. But I'll take what I can get.

I was fine until Nora mentioned one of my favorite single Malts.

Because we ate yummy stew that I made yesterday

Lagavulin, mmmm. I love that stuff, but can only drink, like, half a finger.

There was other stuff, but I'm wiped from myh ride today, so please to be considering yourselves hugged, snorgled, and petted as you wish.

So, today, I went on my first long ride in approximately forever. I usually go south on Hwy 1, but I decided to go north today (map of my points [link] I took 1 north, but there was no way in hell I was taking that sucker south again. Too many twisties, too close to the sheer drop edge. Phew. So, north on 1 to Olema, SE through Samuel Taylor State Park (which had a LOT of leaves on the road, upping the pucker factor immensely), through San Anselmo & San Rafael (Marin is... interesting), and home on 101 (over the bridge again, yays). I scraped my running boards twice (I want pegs, dammit), and stayed the speed limit on 1 for most of it, pissing the hell out of anyone who had the misfortune to fetch up behind me.

Still - Northern California has some of the most amazing botanical smells, y'all. Eucalyptus, sure, but there's also this plant that gives off this sesame-oil smell, the citrus, the rosehips, the redwoods.... It was sheer fucking sensory overload, and that's why I didn't mind going slow. I wasn't stopping, but I got to smell the roses anyway.

Plus, I kept it shiny-side up, and that's always a win.

Yeah, juliana, if you're gonna go arse-over-teakettle, let it be in love rather than on the road.

Oh my Nora, that sounds wonderful. The two of you really deserve a glorious date night.

Car parts count as romantic with me, Daniel. You are a most excellent boyfriend.

I caught up with TDS, well through 9/29 anyway. Watched 3 or 4 of them to unwind after a long day's work. So much fun.

Also, got to meet my son's girlfriend since she needed a ride home from the movie. I pull up in her driveway and the car has 2 bumper stickers, No Bushit and an Obama/Biden. And they had an Obama lawn sign too. I was already charmed by her playing her parents ringtones for Brendon on the ride. Her mom's ringtone for dad is Let's Get It On and her dad's ringtone for her mom is Baby Got Back. So Brendon asks her if her mom has a big butt, and she answers, "oh, yeah." She was basically adorable and kissed me when she thanked me for the ride home.

eta: so Nora supplies the food porn, then juliana with the aromatic sensory follow up - nice

if you're gonna go arse-over-teakettle, let it be in love rather than on the road.

So much word.

:: opens door for parade of snugglers :: Oh ya, I'm in Texas, they don't have parades for us left leaning champions of truth. Better close it before the lynch mob recognizes me.

That dinner sounds FAB!!

Yay whirlygig!

Shopping lists help tremendously when shopping hungry. I forget who suggested potasium/sports drink for my salt craving, but thank you. Now I got this bag of Ruffles, and not so much of the craving anymore. Oh well. Not like it will go bad.

Since the libraries computer reserve system screwed up, giving me only disc 5 of SG-1season 9, I'm watching baseball instead. I'm sure the other 4 discs will become available when I'm in tech working 14 hour days.