JZ just got up to change the music and Matilda said, "Whatcha doin' Slappy Butt?"

This made me giggle almost uncontrollably for a couple of minutes!

I thought of you, -t, while I was making it! I did the basic egg pasta--flour, egg, salt--that is in the kitchenaid mixer cookbook i have. I want to say it's called the mixer bible? I can check later. The instructions were very detailed and easy to follow. Nothing about it was really difficult except maybe getting the flour to liquid ratio right at first. I had to add more water than I would have thought it needed, a tsp at a time, to get it to form a ball. But I think my eggs were on the small side. I was totally able to do it on my own too!

Excellent! I even have the mixer bible already, now I'm going to have to think long and hard about those attachments.

Man, how do people without hiveminds manage?

Holli, the 'vogs are a UK size 3, which means a US 5. There's a photo of them in my LJ.

Today, the thrifting PTB presented me with a brand-new pair of Doc Martens in my size. And books! And a waistcoat!

sara, how lucky for you and T to have each other in your lives! Everyone needs an adult on their side.

Today's been a weird day.

Oh, and since billytea's antennae shot up when I mentioned Naked Mole Rats, I should note that today is Platypus Day on the Disney Channel. Happy Platypus Day, billytea!

OH HAI THIS IS RELEVANT TO MY INTERESTS

I got to explain where the platypus' name (and scientific name) came from in a work meeting on Friday. Lead-in: I do work on the distribution of asset returns. Traditionally, returns were modelled statistically as if they came from a normal distribution (the standard bell curve). However, in practice returns aren't so well behaved. In particular, extreme results - big gains and losses - occur more commonly than the bell curve makes out, so the real distribution gets fatter tails out each side. The term for this statistical property is kurtosis; distributions with fat tails are called leptokurtic, but those with flat tails are called platykurtic. And there's the lead-in to discuss the platypus, and you may believe that I took it.

I took myself out to dinner and had some fantastic gnocci. NOM!!!

sara, T is lucky to have you. And meeting the parents is both hard and crucially important. In my experience, once the meeting has happened, things are easier...but getting there can be interesting.

I remember discovering K-Bug's first hickey. We were at a softball tournament and she had her hair in a high pony tail...I wouldn't have seen it if her hair was down. I think she was more embarrassed than anything.

Oh, oh - went to my hair dresser and I am now a red head. Dark red, but red. Wheeeee.

I have to admit, I'm a bit aghast at being a teen's sounding board and voice of reason. I don't like teens, in general. But mine? I extend. And really, me giving relationship advice is somewhat comical. I actually told T your parents know I'm single at 35 and selfs-supporting,you KNOW they are just praying you never have sex until then!

She laughed.

Wow, there's a long list of Koch products to boycott!

I'm kinmda drunk, t=which is awesome, since I almost never drink anymore. FUN was had, and I hadn't seen anyone since the middle of January, and everyone commented on how nuch weight I've lost, which was nice!

I'lost bout 12 pounds from being crazy-busy and not eating, and it was nice to hear it shows. Ok, that is all, I think I will look at gardening sites. I already have the name of a guy to mow the lawm, and I am going to plnat this year. I already bough three big packets of wildflower mixes for by the front fence and the side of the house.

I have a cat in my lap. It is not, I don't think, drunk. But I am. I had a chocolate and bacon cupcake, which was fine. And some smoked BBQ ribs which were fanfuckingtastic.