omnis, I'm very glad to hear about your date went well. 4 hours of great conversation is nothing to look down at. One of the reasons I despise dating is that for me, it usually ends in an hour and a half of forced conversation (from my side. I'm good with hiding how uncomfortable the situation makes me feel).
Nope, not looking down at all. It was swell. The last 45 minutes or so was in the car, parked next to hers, she'd put her hand on the handle to leave, then get into another conversation. Then say, "I should go" put her hand on the handle again, and it started all over again. Plenty of chances for her to leave, and yet, stayed chatting. It was cute.
Maaaan, I miss my California peeps. I want to visit people, and gently nag Drew to take it easy!
Jilli visit! Woot! I second the motion. Or was Jilli the first, and Pix the second? Then I third the motion, right? So that means it passes! Woot! Jilli visit!
This board frequently makes me want to fold up the country like a tesseract so I could make visiting California a day trip. (No offense to non-coastal Buffistas, but DANG there are a lot of us in LA & SF!)
Microwave rice = surprisingly good! (Not that surprising, since rice cooks by steaming which is what microwaves do. But it never occurred to me to make it this way before.)
Trader Joe's has very good frozen microwave brown rice. It is, indeed, surprisingly good! It's sort of magical, really.
I just noticed that there's a town in PA called Loyalsockville. I really want to know where that name came from.
(No offense to non-coastal Buffistas, but DANG there are a lot of us in LA & SF!)
If you did it accordion style, then we'd all be day-trips away from each other, except for UnAmericans (other than Canadian types). And of course if you figure it out for this continent, then we'd be able to figure it out for the entire world. Of course, now I am imagining all the water in the oceans pouring out the troughs of the folds, so maybe that's not such a hot idea.
Fun with fluid displacement!
Ooooh, we could aim it at the moon, or Venus, or something.
I have mopped the dining room floor, made cinnamon streusel quick bread, gotten my friend's mechanic fiance to fix Dan's car's brake (metal on metal -- scary, and we paid for parts and will pay for labor on payday, thank god for friends) and I arranged for a scrap metal person to come on Monday and haul the old stove out from the garage.
I'm playing with dessert. Pie crust, honey crisp apples, struesel-y topping with McCann's oats, brown sugar, cinnamon, nutmeg, clove, flour, and butter.
I've mishmashed about four different recipes. It'll probably taste good at any rate.
