Oh yes. We had a minor bookstore accident, too. We went in for one book and came out with, um, five. But it cost under $40, so it hardly counts! Er, right? Right? Anybody? Bueller? I bought like nine books this week (mostly through trade credit and gift certificates, but still). It’s not exactly as if I have no books waiting around to be read, but what do I do? I go and buy nine more. But heck! I read one of ’em today! That, um, counts for something, right?…
pralines
Well. In a few minutes, I’m going to go try for the *third* time today to make a successful batch of pralines so I can make praline ice cream this … well. In theory this evening, but it’s beginning to look more like tomorrow. The first attempt, the recipe was no good, but despite looking *very* dubiously at the recipe, I tried it anyway, and it was an utter failure. The second time, I used the almond toffee recipe, because, well, that’s /basically/ what pralines are. But I burned the…
baby steps!
Baby steps! So where was I? Right, I was having people’s breasts poke me in the back. Not, I repeat, an experience to be recommended. James showed up around 10, and was immediately plagued with sound problems, which caused his intro line to involved the word ‘fuck’, I’m pretty sure, although I don’t actually recall what it was. Because he had very little time, there was relatively little banter, and that, from James, is pretty unusual. He’s usually quite a clown. His set list included (in no particular order), Cadillac…
oh wow
Oh, wow, that posting last night actually posted. I didn’t expect it to, and so I’d been a Clever Kit and had saved it in another file so I could repost this morning. But I don’t have to, hah! So the cable modem crashed last night and Ted and I went out to dinner at Lone Star, this being our Nod To Valentine’s Day, then went to Border’s and spent Ted’s birthday gift certificate (new Anne Perry! New Joan Vinge! Woot! Okay, I seem to have spent 2/3rds of it…
baby steps
Baby steps! Okay, this will be as much update as I have time for, which is I don’t know how much. :) So I left off with us panicking about clothing. And hair. We’d bought this brush-in color goo stuff, which they claim you could style your hair and then brush in, which is like saying you can style your hair and /then/ gel it. Didn’t work the way it said it would. But I liked my hair okay anyway, and Sarah kept saying hers looked like she’d fingerpainted it,…