Guess who had fresh local asparagus for dinner tonight? YUM. The skinny kind because the fatter stuff won't be good until later. And I still have another bunch.

House is clean. Also tackled the disaster that was my coffee table: threw everything into a box. Relocated a couple of nice basket/dish things to the table. Took item out of box. Found a home for it (mostly not ON the table.)

We'll see how well I can maintain this.

long skirts require tights? long flowy skirts

I'm cold, man. In this weather, always tights under my skirts.

Man, I forgot ice cream.

I *really* want ice cream. Pisser.

That article I wrote for a local advertiser supported weekly that I linked March 7. main: [link] sidebar: [link] Well, in today's mail was a check from them for the story. What a concept, you do work for someone, and they pay for it in good old fashioned money you can spend on anything you want. They just shot way above Grist as a place to submit articles to for me. Grist pays in prestige and verbal abuse in the comments.

We call this game "Bubba vs the cube"

(aka, there's a reason I decided to call him Bubba.)

I think I am in love with Bubba.

I love the walking away at the end. Like, "what?"

Bubba and Pumpkin have SO MUCH in common. Except hers is a one of those pop-up laundry baskets. Which I have now found on a floor other than where I last left it. Without laundry. Maybe I need one of what you got....

Dita is reacting much as Devi does. Mildly interested and a little disgusted.

Going back to the bra thing, custom has been suggested. That option just makes me tired. More so than even the current state of things. Ultimate insult that *finally* having my boob size drop (much wished for) has made it even more difficult to find anything. I now have a size that is much easier to find and yet the standard models just don't fit where my stuff is or what it does. I've got a couple more places to check, but that's not happening this month and of course it is now that it becomes unworkable. So I whine. A lot.

Aside: my cousin is marrying a woman named Charis. I don't think I've ever met a Charis before!

You can't really tell, but Bubba has a mouse in his mouth as he is walking away, which he very cleverly hid in the cube earlier today.

eta:

Maybe I need one of what you got....

I actually have two of the cubes, which used to be joined together by velcro, until Bubba discovered velcro strips can be fun toys.

I have one of those plastic pipe framed nylon cube things which gets knocked around but the laundry basket is SO MUCH better, so.