Happy birthday, Fred!

Cereal: I've returned from getting my car's service call. There's two hours of my life that will live in infamy. I was stuck in the waiting area with a chatterer. Who was also a laugher. Everything he said, he punctuated with a laugh at his own cleverness. And he Would Not Stop Talking. I had my head buried in a book and he still felt the need to talk to me. Everything was cause for comment-- the do-it-yourself funeral story on CNN, the cash for clunkers program (when he asked what I drove and I told him, he came back with, "I had one of those as a loaner, I wasn't that impressed with it." I replied, "How very sad for you.") Finally, he noticed I was trying to read and asked me what I was reading.

"A murder mystery."

He left me more or less alone after that.

Shir, money finding vibes.

It's Fred's birthday? Well, I hope it is a lovely, happy one.

I just got back from wandering over to the farmer's market. Got purple beans, yellow beans, Swiss chard with a red stem, red onions, zucchini, cucumbers and peppers. Gonna sautee some stuff tonight, I think. I've never tried Swiss chard before. Should I cook it separately or will it work ok in with other veggies?

My fave swiss chard recipe:

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SO GOOD!

keytar

*slaps forehead* That's the name! Thanks, Tom.

Finally, he noticed I was trying to read and asked me what I was reading.

"A murder mystery."

He left me more or less alone after that.

Nice when they finally take Hint #407 (or did you have to brandish a knife while you said it to get through to him?)

Finally, he noticed I was trying to read and asked me what I was reading.

the way I deal with those people is to wait until they're done, say pleasantly "Is there anything else?" and when they say no, say "great, I'm going to go back to my book now. Talk to you when I'm done!"

They usually get the hint. Sometimes they will start to say something or comment sort of randomly, hoping that you'll be engaged, but just stay steadfast!

Vortex is nicer than I am. I look up vaguely and say, "Were you talking to me? Because I was busy reading."

Dear Person who has now asked these questions twice: Yes, my DH is home with the baby. Yes, he wanted to stay home with her for these few weeks. Yes, I trust him with her.

OK, still no money. Arrgish.

I need to breathe, take a shower, and go to bed (with a cup of tea and a Ted Chiang story). Because tomorrow morning, I have an interview for an internship in a feminist-peace organization. I'm ideal in theory for what they're after, and man, I need the scholarship, but I really hope the emoticons the Big Boss used throughout our email correspondence is a good "we want you!" sign.

Also, that was a LONG day.

Edit: the surgery went well - thanks for all the ~mas!

Nice when they finally take Hint #407 (or did you have to brandish a knife while you said it to get through to him?)

I thought the fact that a story on the Manson Family murders was running on CNN at the same time was rather poetic, since he did happen to nervously glance over at the television right after I said that.

Yes, I trust him with her.

"No, actually I'm very worried about it. I keep calling child protective services, but they won't do anything about it unless there is some evidence of actual neglect or abuse."