Strolling through a crowded store, he notices the '40s dance music coming through the speakers. He turns to me, puts an arm around my waist, takes my hand in his, and we sway to the rhythm. No words, no explanation necessary, just a shared smile that says, "this is perfect."

her: "What should I knit tonight? Tiny sheep? Tiny bunnies? Tiny chickens?"
me: "Tiny Cthulhu."
her: "omg I should..."

As long as I'm kept from
Laying hands on a weapon
Then maybe you'll be okay
So HAH!

Yep, one of those moods.

How does a company get ten months behind on orders and still stay in business? The mind, it boggles. So glad I got out of that insanity.

To unfriend, or just unsubscribe? Hmm...

So apparently there's going to be roller derby at Pennsic. "Creative anachronism," indeed.

Today has been awesome. Early start, lots accomplished, muse courted, long-lost friend visited, and an offer received that completely blows my mind and makes me love roller derby folk even more. Life is good. Really, really good. Thank you, fates, for making it so I had to come back to Connecticut, 'cause good things are happening for me down here.

When a woman's down, you men don't want her around.
When a woman's down, you men don't want her around.
But if she's got money, she's the sweetest gal in town.

Yep.

Reconnecting with long-lost friends is a wonderful thing. Making things I might be able to sell is similarly wonderful. Sunny and 70: icing on the cake. Thank you, life.

The Zydrate comes in a little glass vial.
A little glass vial?
A little glass vial!
And the little glass vial goes into the gun like a battery.
Ah! Ah!
And the Zydrate gun goes somewhere against your anatomy,
Anatomy!
And the gun goes off, it sparks, and you're ready for surgery.
Surgery!