Sorry about the blur-factor, but I'm not so good with the photography. I mean I cut off Cabernet's head! I am such a jerk.
I will have to do other things this weekend, too. You know, like laundry. And! I have a $1 off coupon for Iams cat food at Target, because my life is a CONSTANT party! But, yeah. I mostly want to read and nibble chocolate and sip some wine. And by "nibble" and "sip" I mean "gorge on" and "gulp". And the book is a gift from Ouiser, who knows that since I live in New England, I like writers and fire. Thanks, Ouis!
I can already tell that today will be an interminable work day. Boo. Tonight I am having a date night with my man where we will make pizza from various ingredients (like Trader Joe's herby-crust-blob!) and watch Gattaca. We're ALL about the underdog movies; and if I can sneak in some Sci-Fi, I will. Ha! But, I also need to bake some bread in there somewhere because tomorrow I'm going to a potluck and I need to bring something and bread is hearty and absorbs alcohol and people have to drive, you know. (Please do not take this to mean that I am promoting drunk driving. I am the designated driver so I will only be allowed some blow. And I will be taking people's keys and giving them bread at the door, so it's really quite safe. Anyway...). Busy busy.
I also hope to employ my sewing machine for another project of some kind. Oh, can you guess what kind of crazy, misshapen thing I'll photograph (badly) next? Neither can I!
EDITED TO ADD: Gattaca. It should show up today, but I'm nervous. We were supposed to be able to watch Gattaca LAST WEEK, but (Are you listening, Jeebus?) IT NEVER CAME. What the FUCK? Netflix is usually so prompt and wonderful and smells so nice, AND pulls the chair out for me, so I know it couldn't be its fault. So? I'm thinking: my neighbors. They probably watched Gattaca (and didn't even GET IT) and then shut it off, bad-mouthed Uma Thurman and her beautiful long-face and doe-eyes and sent the movie back to Netflix. OhMyGod I hate that.
EDITED TO ADD, PART 2: I may not actually have to bake bread because I just found out that they are selling girl scout* cookies in our cafeteria this afternoon. I have a deep and abiding (almost psychotic, really) love for those mass-produced cookies. I will buy a few boxes and maybe bring some to the pot-luck. I'll pretend that I baked them myself and people will be all "No, those are clearly girl scout cookies", and I'll pretend to get really offended and belligerent and it will be awkward. And THAT will be the BEST birthday celebration ever (the pot-luck is to celebrate my friends' January birthdays).
*creepiest joke ever:
What's better than eating girl scout cookies?
Eating girl scouts.
You're welcome!
1 comment:
to counteract the creepiest joke ever. the best valentine's joke ever.
what did the caveman give his wife for valentine's day?
uuugggghs and kisses.
i know you just laughed.
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