My dad gave me my legs and possibly the way my mind works (whether that's due to genes or training is hard to say).

My dad always said that the best thing about my being in his math class for two years was being able to see how my mind works.

Yes, you do have to put that much cheese on it! That's the point of cinci chili! Okay, maybe not for everyone. Mmm. I seem to be on a cheese kick at the moment. I wonder if I'm not getting enough calcium or something.

I have no idea what my cholesterol is. I probably should find out, eh?

I got freckles from my grandmother! Hopefully also good skin, but probably eventually arthritis and we check for glaucoma all the time. But definitely freckles.

Those sandwiches have me practically wimpering ... I still have a temporary crown on my tooth and chewing ... pretty muchisn't going to happen. sigh (checks calendar for new tooth eta)

Yes, you do have to put that much cheese on it! That's the point of cinci chili! Okay, maybe not for everyone.

Heh. *I* like that much cheese on my 4-way, but not everyone does. I've actually SEEN people make the heretical act of taking cheese OFF their 3/4/5-way.

I seem to be on a cheese kick at the moment. I wonder if I'm not getting enough calcium or something.

Since I've been on a soft-food (and also food-that-isn't-small-particles) diet thanks to getting the tooth pulled, the majority of my diet this week is dairy-based (smoothies, yogurt, ice cream, cheese). I'm expecting great fingernails any day now.

(Also, I can't WAIT to eat crunchy/small-particle-y food again!)

t edit Dental x-post with Theo!

Timelies all!

Tonight is the monthly open sing. Tomorrow I'll run some errands, and we're going to try to see "Watchmen" Sunday is the first official concom meeting for the filk con we're running next summer.(2010)

For USA-ians - don't forget to Spring Forward this weekend!

Oh god, that.

Tomorrow, I am looking at houses.

My mom gave me her famine-resistant metabolism

Ahahaha- yes, that's an excellent way to put it. Me too.

Tonight...opening reception for a kids consignment shop run by one of my favorite people.

Tomorrow...not sure. Project stuff for other people, I suspect.

Sunday...helping fix a friend's computer in the morning, cooking and old radio shows in the evening.

Throughout...the Bestie's shih tzus who...much as I love 'em...kind of a pain. Just SUCH different energy than Bartleby and almost impossible to walk together, so I'm doing it in shifts which...bugs.

Now the pushy one is barking at me and I don't know why. The quieter on is grousing at his brother to shut up and let him sleep. They are a furry Laurel and Hardy.

Bartleby just wants them to go away!

Weekend? Photo shoot for Noah tomorrow which means photo shoot for the whole family.

Grading by god.

Possibly bed assmeblage.