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Memo to self: Never again buy a "Hershey's Cookies and Cream Milkshake." I thought it might be a more chocolaty chocolate milk, and taste like the cookie part of an oreo, or that it might resemble cookies and cream ice-cream. Nope. It more resembles liquid frosting. WAY too sugary. By adding rum, canned milk and water I've reached something that just tastes like sugared milk. Rum makes it better, mind you, but even rum can't overcome the inherent problem. I may have to just dump the rest of it.
I woke up shortly before 9am today, and lay awake for an hour telling myself that I couldn't get up after only having slept 6 hours. Finally decided that there was no point; I was irrevocably awake. Took a luxuriously long shower - amazingly enough the water temperature didn't vary enough to matter. I felt great - happy, motivated, etc. I walked to the corner store and bought eggs so I could make us a big breakfast, neatened up the dishes mess and washed a few of them, remembered to oil and preheat the pans, and all my preparations for breakfast seemed to click right along very nicely. We ate breakfast at noon. I still maintain that 2 hours is not that bad. For anyone else it might be slow, but for me I was being a veritable speed demon, I was whizzing right along.
We washed the car and got one panel (maybe two?) waxed before we got too chilled, I did the laundry, cooked us some steaks and potatoes, and now... it's time for bed. Short day. Well, it is short when it's only 12 hours.
My legs still hurt from dancing last night after working on my feet all day, and wearing the same shoes for all fifteen hours.
ElvenGirl seemed to be urging me to attempt to get a job with her at the IRS. And seemed quite serious about suggesting that Eor, CeeJay, she and I should all go to a Discworld Convention if we could get up the money. ("Of course [CeeJay] doesn't read the books, but if we let him stop at a pub on the way to it he'd be all set." Eor replied, "I can just see him getting introduced to Terry Pratchett. 'Terry who? Nice hat.'")
Slinky gave ElvenGirl a witch hat and a broom, CeeJay horns and a pitchfork, and Mainertoo a scythe.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor, who was wearing his black Matrix-style shirt (best clothing purchase I have ever made for him) wielded the scythe with delight, and ElvenGirl wanted to rename him Mort. :)
And she ran after me to give me a hug as we were leaving Thatcher's. I've never considered leaving a party without hugging her, but last night I forgot, which was really unconscionable being her going away party. But somehow I guess I had always thought that she just hugged me because I hugged her and she couldn't get away from it. Probably she's just missing us all a lot. Once she gets settled in with her new work group she'll forget all about us.
I woke up shortly before 9am today, and lay awake for an hour telling myself that I couldn't get up after only having slept 6 hours. Finally decided that there was no point; I was irrevocably awake. Took a luxuriously long shower - amazingly enough the water temperature didn't vary enough to matter. I felt great - happy, motivated, etc. I walked to the corner store and bought eggs so I could make us a big breakfast, neatened up the dishes mess and washed a few of them, remembered to oil and preheat the pans, and all my preparations for breakfast seemed to click right along very nicely. We ate breakfast at noon. I still maintain that 2 hours is not that bad. For anyone else it might be slow, but for me I was being a veritable speed demon, I was whizzing right along.
We washed the car and got one panel (maybe two?) waxed before we got too chilled, I did the laundry, cooked us some steaks and potatoes, and now... it's time for bed. Short day. Well, it is short when it's only 12 hours.
My legs still hurt from dancing last night after working on my feet all day, and wearing the same shoes for all fifteen hours.
ElvenGirl seemed to be urging me to attempt to get a job with her at the IRS. And seemed quite serious about suggesting that Eor, CeeJay, she and I should all go to a Discworld Convention if we could get up the money. ("Of course [CeeJay] doesn't read the books, but if we let him stop at a pub on the way to it he'd be all set." Eor replied, "I can just see him getting introduced to Terry Pratchett. 'Terry who? Nice hat.'")
Slinky gave ElvenGirl a witch hat and a broom, CeeJay horns and a pitchfork, and Mainertoo a scythe.
eor, who was wearing his black Matrix-style shirt (best clothing purchase I have ever made for him) wielded the scythe with delight, and ElvenGirl wanted to rename him Mort. :) And she ran after me to give me a hug as we were leaving Thatcher's. I've never considered leaving a party without hugging her, but last night I forgot, which was really unconscionable being her going away party. But somehow I guess I had always thought that she just hugged me because I hugged her and she couldn't get away from it. Probably she's just missing us all a lot. Once she gets settled in with her new work group she'll forget all about us.