Sibling Lurrve!!
so.
today.
(yesterday for those of you that are assholes and anal retentive sticklers or whatever and whatnot term that best works....)
since it's not tomorrow until I wake up.
yea.
I went with Jon down to West Covina Courthouse so he could talk to judge dude and take care of his ticket (for less monetary loss than would have happened if he didn't go to judge and just simply paid it via mail er whatnot)
yea.
(you know, that ticket he got during RenFaire? yea.... THAT one)
*nod*
so.
his appointment was at 1:30.
when we got down there, I called up my sister and she picked me up and I spent time sitting on her couch while she got ready for work. she left for work, and I stayed in nice cool appartment that was definitely NOT hot car in parking lot in front of courthouse. *nod* (my sister doesn't live very far from down there, so it was perfect)
when Jon was done, he used my cell phone (that I'd left in his truck for him) and called my sister's and I gave him directions.
we ended up staying there for a few hours.
ate some leftover cheese pizza, watermelon, and...
finished off the rocky road ice cream.
finished. polished it off.
gone gone gone.
*GRIN*
and we watched Fight Club (he'd never seen it) and left around six-thirty, after traffic had died down.
yea, so. ice cream.
it was delightful.
and... I came up with an awesome idea.
I figured... I'd put the empty ice cream thingy back in the freezer with a note inside it.
and then I thought... hey. why not? I'll put two dollars in it.
and that progressed to... hey! wet the dollars! freeze 'em!
it wasn't long before I figured that the dollars would never get all spiffy-crispy frozen, becasue they were in the ice cream thingy. also... I was afraid that maybe she'd throw it away without looking inside, considering that there was no longer any weight to it. (ah, yes... if you haven't figured it out yet, my plan was to leave it for her to find. yea.)
what I ended up doing was adding about a half inch of water to the bottom of the thing, and put the dollars in there so the ends would get frozen in place.
I added a note that said "sorry. I'm a piggy"
sure, the replacement gallon would cost more than two bucks, but hell. I'd given her ten bucks earlier to cover the gas for picking me up (and just because she didn't currently have gas money and I figured it would help tie her over until she DID, so she wouldn't have to worry about running out of gas anytime soon. I uhm. I have a huge problem with empty gas tanks. I hate gas tanks on empty. it BUGS me. so I like to prevent them. yea. aaaanyway...)
and there wasn't much ice cream left, either. yea. two dollars. perfectly fine.
of course, by the time she got home, I wanted to make sure she found the ice cream. becasue I couldn't stand the thought of having to wait until tomorrow to find out her reaction (which I already knew would go along the lines of "you fucker!" in... a good way. in a I'm-laughin-my-ass-off, you're-so-WEIRD! and that's-pretty-fucked-up sort of way.) yea.
so I let her know that I'd left her a note.
when she got home (and I was long gone, and actually already home) she started looking for the note and called me.
I gave her a prompt of "hmm. I would really like some ice cream right now" which, nicely, she followed suit and said, and then...
I got to hear her reaction live.
and yes, it included "you fucker!"
and the laughter of her girlfriend.
absolutely great when you do something like that and get more than one person.
it delighted me to No End.
wouldn't you love it?
to let your sister stay over for the afternoon, come home to find your ice cream gone, replaced by a "sorry. I'm a piggy" note, and two frozen dollar bills in half an inch of water?
*beams!*
I'm AWFULLY proud of myself for that.
today.
(yesterday for those of you that are assholes and anal retentive sticklers or whatever and whatnot term that best works....)
since it's not tomorrow until I wake up.
yea.
I went with Jon down to West Covina Courthouse so he could talk to judge dude and take care of his ticket (for less monetary loss than would have happened if he didn't go to judge and just simply paid it via mail er whatnot)
yea.
(you know, that ticket he got during RenFaire? yea.... THAT one)
*nod*
so.
his appointment was at 1:30.
when we got down there, I called up my sister and she picked me up and I spent time sitting on her couch while she got ready for work. she left for work, and I stayed in nice cool appartment that was definitely NOT hot car in parking lot in front of courthouse. *nod* (my sister doesn't live very far from down there, so it was perfect)
when Jon was done, he used my cell phone (that I'd left in his truck for him) and called my sister's and I gave him directions.
we ended up staying there for a few hours.
ate some leftover cheese pizza, watermelon, and...
finished off the rocky road ice cream.
finished. polished it off.
gone gone gone.
*GRIN*
and we watched Fight Club (he'd never seen it) and left around six-thirty, after traffic had died down.
yea, so. ice cream.
it was delightful.
and... I came up with an awesome idea.
I figured... I'd put the empty ice cream thingy back in the freezer with a note inside it.
and then I thought... hey. why not? I'll put two dollars in it.
and that progressed to... hey! wet the dollars! freeze 'em!
it wasn't long before I figured that the dollars would never get all spiffy-crispy frozen, becasue they were in the ice cream thingy. also... I was afraid that maybe she'd throw it away without looking inside, considering that there was no longer any weight to it. (ah, yes... if you haven't figured it out yet, my plan was to leave it for her to find. yea.)
what I ended up doing was adding about a half inch of water to the bottom of the thing, and put the dollars in there so the ends would get frozen in place.
I added a note that said "sorry. I'm a piggy"
sure, the replacement gallon would cost more than two bucks, but hell. I'd given her ten bucks earlier to cover the gas for picking me up (and just because she didn't currently have gas money and I figured it would help tie her over until she DID, so she wouldn't have to worry about running out of gas anytime soon. I uhm. I have a huge problem with empty gas tanks. I hate gas tanks on empty. it BUGS me. so I like to prevent them. yea. aaaanyway...)
and there wasn't much ice cream left, either. yea. two dollars. perfectly fine.
of course, by the time she got home, I wanted to make sure she found the ice cream. becasue I couldn't stand the thought of having to wait until tomorrow to find out her reaction (which I already knew would go along the lines of "you fucker!" in... a good way. in a I'm-laughin-my-ass-off, you're-so-WEIRD! and that's-pretty-fucked-up sort of way.) yea.
so I let her know that I'd left her a note.
when she got home (and I was long gone, and actually already home) she started looking for the note and called me.
I gave her a prompt of "hmm. I would really like some ice cream right now" which, nicely, she followed suit and said, and then...
I got to hear her reaction live.
and yes, it included "you fucker!"
and the laughter of her girlfriend.
absolutely great when you do something like that and get more than one person.
it delighted me to No End.
wouldn't you love it?
to let your sister stay over for the afternoon, come home to find your ice cream gone, replaced by a "sorry. I'm a piggy" note, and two frozen dollar bills in half an inch of water?
*beams!*
I'm AWFULLY proud of myself for that.