I need to start decorating tomorrow. I had planned on doing it today but laziness and date nervousness took over.

The date was nice. Lots of taking, no awkwardness there. But no spark. I knew it for sure when we were saying goodbye and my brain was hoping he wouldn't try for a kiss. I think he'd be a great friend. I just need to find a way to communicate that.

When I was over at the parentals dropping off mac, mom and dad and I were talking and mom says "I found some pictures of when you were skinny" swear to dog. wtf parent. fail!

Awesome fail, parents of belle, awesome fail.

Tell him you had fun, look forward to whatever (friends, local stuff, averting the apocalypse) but weren't sensing a love match, Suzi?

I'm only good at this when uninvolved.

I donated or ditched my holiday stuff. Mostly I want solar glow lighting. But not holiday stuff. Just lights that suck up up the sun and barf light at night in a lovely pattern.

Indoor northern lights, Cass? Pretty!

He called from his room, adorably woozy and talkative. The surgeon was supposed to give me details, but he never called. H solemnly promised retribution. He's doing well, and feeling *no* pain right now. Tomorrow, well, we'll see.

Indoor northern lights, Cass? Pretty!

Yes!

But garden solar lighting will do. Or would have before I considered personal northern lights. Now I want those!

Glad B is recovering. Woozy and talkative is an amusing picture so long as he is a good patient and heals up.

Much recovery~ma to H, Beverly.

I spent the morning packing up my sister's office, then grading all afternoon, then cooking turkey enchiladas for dinner, and now grading again before bed. Gah!

Oh, and nice hair, Consuela. It really is such a striking color.

Looks good, 'suela!

I think Pumpkin spent the whole night sleeping in my dirty laundry. I know Loki slept on my head. Certainly I was attacked frequently through the shower curtain this morning.I guess they missed me.

Got to market (I might branch out and get kale! Blame K.) get cash, gas, haircut, shopping (target the weekend after TG, oh god) and send my brother some ideas for xmas or else he'll donate to Palin's speaking tour (this is how he motivates us.)

And figure out which bills are due. Almost missed a big one last night, uhg.

Timelies all!

Health~ma to H, Beverly.

Woo hoo! The truck is leaving now. Of course, my parents aren't here yet, but better this way than them hanging around.

Happy moving, Jesse!

So on TG, a small plane crashed in a field next to the house my brother has a contract on. Minor injuries only.

Alrighty!