I do love it when the man brings me sushi. :)

Oh, Pinterest, how I love and hate you at the same time.

Every year Flea goes more and more from trying to herd cats to trying to stage a low-budget production of Hair with a cast composed entirely of greased ferrets ( Read more... )

You wouldn't think braiding would be exhausting.

Turns out I haven't used some of those muscles much lately. Whew!

Cake, cake cake, cakeity cake!

Reticule is one of those words that sounds dumb when said in an American dialect. The "r" needs to be rolled, and the diction needs to be precise. Now to make one of the gorram things, on size 1 needles, before Friday. Wheee!

I blame being sick for the train of thought that just ended with, "if I could only stick pipe cleaners up into my sinus cavity, things would be so much better."

Clearly, it's time for more tea.

I hate it when I lose a friendship by doing something stupid. Like that time in high school when I slapped my best friend with a heartless statement? The couple of weeks afterwards when she refused to speak to me taught me a lesson about other people's feelings deserving way more respect than I was giving them, and about my own tendency toward ( Read more... )

In about 45 minutes I'll see if that soupy concoction I put in the oven will morph into something that can be cut with a knife and devoured.

Oh, the excitement of new recipes!

Sun sun sun sun, sun sun, sun: SUN!!!

Also, brr... but, SUN!