I was already considering that! Without the quinoa. I don't need no stinking grains.

Are you getting it delivered? I am confident that either the delivery people or the installation people (if they are different people, if that's all the same person I am more confident) will bring it upstairs for you.

Yes, it's being delivered, and the guy is bringing it up the stairs on a dolly. The last time someone did that (washer and dryer delivery) they messed up the floor and I have a weak floorboard at the top of the stairs now. I'm bracing for this delivery to turn into a broken-floor disaster. Because there's money in my savings account, and the Universe will not let that go on!

Ah. Well, I hope it goes better than you expect.

Microwave has not healed itself overnight. Fortunately I think I have a spare out in the shed. And meanwhile, frittata reheats in the toaster oven just fine.

Timelies all.

I had a great weekend which included a fantastic wedding. The bride has a literature degree and the groom is a sports fanatic. The bride doesn't like traditional weddings and would have happily eloped, but her family insisted on putting on something more traditional. So, she made it her own.

• The centerpieces were small stacks of books that had been given white dust covers and wrapped together with a wide ribbon.
  
• The wedding party came down the aisle to the theme from Friends (a different version, though).
  
• The officiant was a friend of the bride and groom.
  
• His discussion of love, during the ceremony included many, many sports and literature references (from Shakespeare to winning the game, from the Harry Potter to hitting a home rum and so much more).
  
• The bride and groom wrote their own vows that were full of humor and spoke to their specific relationship.
  
• When exchanging rings, the officiant talked about how the ring is a perfect circle like a basketball hoop or the One Ring.
  
• Dinner was catered by Qdoba.
  
• The bride/father, groom/mother dance was to You'll be in my Heart from Tarzan
  
• The wedding party chose a song for the happy couple - Dark Lord Funk You Up.
  
• The last song of the night was Bohemian Rhapsody which became a very loud sing along.

• Oh and right before presenting the married couple to us all, the officiant pulled out a flask and a couple of shot glasses, pouring the bride and groom a shot (of Crown) for them to toast their marriage in memory of how they first met.

Sounds like an awesome wedding!

I'm a little concerned about how much I hate everything this morning. I didn't get enough sleep and people keep asking me to do work and I am TRUCULENT.

So maybe I will reschedule the half day I was supposed to take on Friday for tomorrow morning in case the Hawks win it tonight.

I'm a little concerned about how much I hate everything this morning. I didn't get enough sleep and people keep asking me to do work and I am TRUCULENT.

I'm the same way for some reason. I just want to lay on my keyboard and take a nap. Instead I'm gambling that the Earl Grey tea I just got won't upset my stomach.

I don't wanna work, except my boss just gave me a little project that's kind of interesting. I'm hoping tea and '70s girl bands will get me though the day.

Also, Go Hawks.

Focusing on entirely the wrong thing - I have always heard "truculent" in my head with a soft c. That's wrong, isn't it?

Sounds great, Suzi, glad you had a good time!

BTW, I did finally meet my activity level goal last night (had to jog in place for a couple of minutes before bed). That is one place where the Nike Fuelband is superior, it gave me little virtual fireworks (like the display on a blimp). The A300 just tells me "Daily Goal Achieved". Meh.

I'm a little concerned about how much I hate everything this morning. I didn't get enough sleep and people keep asking me to do work and I am TRUCULENT.

I woke up with a migraine because the weather is being a jerk. I have all the lights off and the laptop dimmed because I have work to get done. And then I have to run out to the post office to mail my quarterly taxes, which blows. (I don't mind paying my taxes -- I enjoy the type of society we live in that is created in part by taxes -- but my head hurts so much that I don't want to leave the house. Although I need to pick up an Rx at the CVS a block away from the post office, so I guess I'd better steel myself and do it.)

My brother called 5 minutes ago, and I complained about my migraine, and he immediately suggested trepanning. This is how you know we're related.