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jwaneeta at 01:24pm on 11/11/2005
jwaneeta at 01:24pm on 11/11/2005*sigh* It's not easy being me, though some times it's good for a sad chuckle. I've been sickly, so yesterday I took the day off, and convinced myself that fresh broccoli soup was my one true cure. So I crawled to the store and, in a fairly typical spasm of brain freeze, bought the wrong kind of cream. Or added it in the wrong manner.
In all events I ended up with a cuisinart full of whipped cream and broccoli bits. Yum. Not.
On the unpacking front, I can't find my "good" sweats. The ones that aren't full of holes and covered with oil paint stains. I suspect I used them to wrap one of the big plates I haven't taken out of a box yet. What? Bubble wrap is pricey.
Also can't find my red winter gloves, the ones that match my red winter purse. The holidays are coming, and I believe certain tacky color choices are not only permissible, but required. We may be having an epidemic for the holidays and I may be hiding out in my basement with my two month's worth of canned chili, bottled water and cat food (my God, why haven't I laid up some booze? Am I crazy?) needing no gloves of any hue, but maybe not. We could have a global miracle, and I just want to know where my damned gloves are. I put them in the red purse, all efficient-like, and the fairies have stolen them away, and that's just wrong.
The script for the latest book is marvelously written, professionally organized, and lavish of reference. There's even a DVD of the subject. Go, Trina! It's such a pleasure to work with people who know what they're doing. *happy tear*
In all events I ended up with a cuisinart full of whipped cream and broccoli bits. Yum. Not.
On the unpacking front, I can't find my "good" sweats. The ones that aren't full of holes and covered with oil paint stains. I suspect I used them to wrap one of the big plates I haven't taken out of a box yet. What? Bubble wrap is pricey.
Also can't find my red winter gloves, the ones that match my red winter purse. The holidays are coming, and I believe certain tacky color choices are not only permissible, but required. We may be having an epidemic for the holidays and I may be hiding out in my basement with my two month's worth of canned chili, bottled water and cat food (my God, why haven't I laid up some booze? Am I crazy?) needing no gloves of any hue, but maybe not. We could have a global miracle, and I just want to know where my damned gloves are. I put them in the red purse, all efficient-like, and the fairies have stolen them away, and that's just wrong.
The script for the latest book is marvelously written, professionally organized, and lavish of reference. There's even a DVD of the subject. Go, Trina! It's such a pleasure to work with people who know what they're doing. *happy tear*
I don't have anything to add, really.
And yes, flu season and what all...my husband just got invited to a present a paper in Japan in January, so now I am dwelling in a paranoid manner on the health risks.
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Yes! The only thing that flaws the system is having almost no memory of those last haunted days of packing. At the end I was just sealing up boxes blind, in a sort of delerium.
And yes, flu season and what all...my husband just got invited to a present a paper in Japan in January, so now I am dwelling in a paranoid manner on the health risks
Psychic Sylvia Brown (e?) just said there won't be a pandemeic. So, uh, I'm going to relax. Really. *whistles, scratches wood, lays up more peanut butter and jerkey*
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I hope you feel better soon!
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*dies contented*