'Shindig'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I was just lamenting something similar the other weekend at dinner with Zenkitty, Kate, and Amyth. I fondly remember my days of not getting drunk after pounding cocktails all night to help use up the bar tab in Madison, or throwing back a Sazerac and contemptuously exclaiming it wasn't even 80 proof after Joe warned me about them in New Orleans.
The last time I drank it took exactly one glass of absinthe-laced proseco to feel buzzed.
I took a vacation day so I could visit friends but made the mistake of reading work email in the morning which made me want to punch someone in the throat. I decided that person will just have to wait til Monday. So I did Pilates, showered, packed and hit the road in time to watch the sunset over the Grand Traverse Bay. Since then I've hung out with friends, met their adorable foster baby, and had a soak in the jacuzzi in my room. I plan to watch the sun rise from my bed.
I am planning to cut up and plant the sprouted potato. Though I have no qualms about eating it, too. My coworker wouldn't eat it but didn't want to just throw it away, so she brought it in in case anyone wanted to grow potatoes. (mr. flea: "Your coworker is a silly person.")
Actually got warm walking back from market!
Need to hit a gajillion stops today. Sigh.
Timelies all!
Passover ends tonight. Yay!
Oooooh, the Traverse City area is one of my faves, aurelia! I hope you have a lovely weekend there.
That sounds fabulous, Aurelia!
Pumpkin is such a BAD CAT! She bolted out as I was getting Loki in and went straight up a tree.THIS is why she's not allowed out. Luckily was able to grab her when she came partway down to take another approach.
I just bought 8 bags of mulch, which is pretty much all that would fit in my car. Now all I have to do is actually use it.
flea, I feel you. Our temp house is fairly clean, but the trust fund gansta wanna-be left trash all over the back porch, and animals got into it. I now have an unfired BULLET sitting on the railing of the back porch YOU FUCKING MORON WHO PUTS UNFIRED BULLETS IN THE TRASH?!
Jesus Christ. The landlord is the nicest guy in the world and this former tenant was straight-up trashy-rich, and used this nice little house in a darling neighborhood as a faux-gangster party house. It's a seriously cute house, and I imagine the neighbors HATED her.
UNFIRED BULLETS. I kind of want her to come back for a couple of things left behind so I can tell her off.