Entry tags:
vodka, music and being happy that I'm done with work for the week.
Dang, just when I start thinking I might like to write something I look at the clock and realize it's time for bed. I'm feeling... delightfully good, really. It's my Friday, I've had two shots of vodka (okay, one and a half) and Eor's got some really good music going. Hot Buttered Rum String Band's cover of "Sugaree" is what's currently on, and, I might have mentioned this before, but I HATE the original song, it's like the only Grateful Dead song that I HATE, but I love this cover just so incredibly much. We're looking forward to seeing OotP tomorrow with
littleredhead and
groundctrl, after a (most probably lovely, as they all have been thus far) meal at Shere Punjab in Brunswick.
I've shot a few emails back and forth with my brother, Eightball, over the past few days and he's coming to Maine for my birthday in August and possibly even bringing his new girlfriend. (What a summer for the new girlfriends! Hawk's was a lovely girl.:))
(Oooh, man, I love this acapella version of "Walk Like An Egyptian!")
So, silly work story...
Slinky Mistress of the Night was there the other day (unusual, because she's always travelling for her job), in the kitchen, and as we were talking I turned to the microwave and she informed me that I had "schmootz" on my back. She grabbed a peice of paper towel, wet it, put some dish detergent on it and started to scrub away at this whatever it was. (I admitted that I'd worn the shirt the day before and hadn't really looked at it.) Then people started coming into the kitchen and asking what she was doing.
"It's supposed to be 'You WATCH my back and I'll WATCH yours. Not "wash"!'" one person said.
"This is how I do my laundry," I told them. ;)
Off to bed, now.
I've shot a few emails back and forth with my brother, Eightball, over the past few days and he's coming to Maine for my birthday in August and possibly even bringing his new girlfriend. (What a summer for the new girlfriends! Hawk's was a lovely girl.:))
(Oooh, man, I love this acapella version of "Walk Like An Egyptian!")
So, silly work story...
Slinky Mistress of the Night was there the other day (unusual, because she's always travelling for her job), in the kitchen, and as we were talking I turned to the microwave and she informed me that I had "schmootz" on my back. She grabbed a peice of paper towel, wet it, put some dish detergent on it and started to scrub away at this whatever it was. (I admitted that I'd worn the shirt the day before and hadn't really looked at it.) Then people started coming into the kitchen and asking what she was doing.
"It's supposed to be 'You WATCH my back and I'll WATCH yours. Not "wash"!'" one person said.
"This is how I do my laundry," I told them. ;)
Off to bed, now.
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