Willow ,'Get It Done'
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.
Picked up my bib and t-shirt and tote bag and swung by my parents' since I was already on their side of the straits and my dad is leaving to go backpacking with the geezers tomorrow. Making vague plans for us all to go backpacking next year.
Need to be parked for the race by 7:30 tomorrow morning, which means leaving the house by 6:30. I should probably give breakfast some thought. Sunday is usually my leisurely make an omelet day.
I decided to make a Nectarine Golden Cake with my half-assed nectarines. They were too green when my roomie bought them, so they're still tough inside, but getting mooshy on the outside. Also means not a lot of flavor, so I am overcompensating with a combo of white and raw sugar and then a little extra spice in the dough (cardamom, I love cardamom.) Forty-five minutes and I will have a verdict.
sounds nice!
I am wearing a Lands End fit and flare dress right now, AIFG! I wore it to work (with a fully-buttoned up cardigan over it), and if it weren't a couple of years old and faded by wash wear, I'd totally wear it to a not super fancy wedding. And it's as comfy as a nightgown, and looks as good on a ridiculously tall non-curvy woman as the opposite. It's sort of magic.
So I'm in my basement with 2 pissed off cats in carriers because tornado warnings going bonkers on my phone. And two neighbors called. For literally neighborhoods just north of me. Probably overkill, but um, never this close before and there was a really scary wind sound. Not tornado, but...
Loki is PISSED. Good grief.
Ok, back upstairs. Saw a bolt hit within a couple blocks,yikes!
Glad your safe, sarameg! Has Loki calmed down, yet?
The verdict is in and that cake is fucking awesome. It's going into my stack of favorite recipes ever.
All I've managed to do today around sleeping late and naps is pick up veggies at the farmer's market and put a load of shirts in the wash. Well, and go pick up lunch, but as they gave me the wrong personal pizza and I got only one kind of cheese that I had to pick pepperoni out of, I can't count that as anything actually accomplished.
He was pissed until released from the carrier. I'm pretty much going to die chasing him down, because he was all amped by that then thrown into a carrier? Yeah, no. I think Pumpkin felt my urgency, she was calmer than normal and just occasionally meeping.
You all convinced me to buy that dress.