I can't do it today, meara, but I'd definitely be interested another time.
'War Stories'
Natter 72: We Were Unprepared for This
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sure thing, Hil--it's something I always could use. :)
For real. Also, we need some official onerous task days again.
Among the many lessons that Doctor Who has taught us: Christmas decorations are trying to kill you. Santas, angels, trees, carols, all of it: wants you dead.
meara I am on FaceTime right now, WARNING I AM SCARY LOOKING AND HAVE HAIR OF DOOM, but if you are brave enough ring me - removed.
I think tomorrow is my onerous task day. It's the only day "off" I have before I leave town for Christmas.
I'm all sorts of out of sorts. Elbow hurts from the stupid fall (bruise is more noticeable now,) my thigh from...I don't know. The bruise is where I nailed the corner of the bedframe, but that shouldn't make the whole thigh this angry (pushing off hurts) and now the general acheyness from shoveling action. For the record, there is 5.5" of snow on the deck, after some pellets and rainy mist. So probably closer to 6" initially. Wild for a first snowfall of the season.
And I still have that stupid maybe-sick patch in my nose/throat making me nuts. Am I sick or aren't I?
But I did make another batch of cookies and may have hit upon exactly the right proportions. I have to basically double the flour to account for the booze, even once I've reduced it in the pan with the melting butter (that's a good nasal-passages clear-er: fireball whiskey and fumes!) but they turned out quite acceptably. Have to let them chill before I sample to make sure the bourbon cinnamon taste is acceptably strong.
Sigh. My brother is pretty much having a shittiest birthday ever. And understandably, he just wants to cocoon, so that's what we're letting him do. Wish I could make it better.
Among the many lessons that Doctor Who has taught us: Christmas decorations are trying to kill you. Santas, angels, trees, carols, all of it: wants you dead.
Having been in malls and Hobby Lobbys during the Christmas season, I'd say the feeling is mutual. I'm sufficiently tinseled out that I'm not even turning on the light garland around my big central window that stays up year-round.
Is it awful that I've skipped showering today so I could continue wearing my comfiest pullover shirt and warmest wool socks from yesterday?