No doubt it’d be better to wait to post this until tomorrow, so I’d have something else to say besides BOOTS!, but if I’ve nothing to say tomorrow you’ll all just have to languish in the silence of the Kit. Ted and I signed up for a four-week photography class, the first meeting of which was held tonight. I was, I admit, pretty skeptical when I saw the syllabus, which said week one would involve learning about camera accessories and photoshop. Well, it in fact turned out to be quite…
-jaw drops-!
The boots *fit*! The Cavalio riding boots and the Cadiz homina homina homina boots came today, and both pair *fit*! They not only fit my calves, which I expected, but they fit my fat feet, which I didn’t really think there was much chance of. I put them on wearing my regular ol’ socks, figuring maybe if they ALMOST fit in those they’d fit in nylons. But I could actually *wear* regular socks and it’d be fine. With *both* pair! Both pair zip up, which isn’t actually evident from the…
dood.
Via Boing Boing, a miracle fruit that alters your sense of taste so that sour things become sweet. Dood. I *want* one of these plants. The reason I don’t eat oranges is they’re too sour. If I could nibble a lil’ froot that would make them sweet I’d like them! We have a room for PCon. Yay. Not on site, but a room, so all is well. Rapid and enthusiastic discussions in comments have brought to light the point that the Irish are extremely random with their T’s and TH’s,…
busy morning
We went into town this morning so I could be interviewed. That was quite a bit of fun, and the fellow whose production it is seemed pleased, and it’ll be neat to see the final product. However. There are at least 34590870 little girls named Catie in this country. I know: I’ve heard their names being called out. Why is it that Irish adults hear my name is Catie and immediately start calling me Cathy? Mostly if they read it they say Cat-ee, if they hear it they say Cathy.…
two things that are not exactly related
My husband is illegally wonderful in so many states I had to take him out of the union. In response to Michael Pollen’s article about Eat food, not too much, mostly plants (link courtesy ), not to mention Vegetarian is the New Prius (courtesy , my sister who never updates her blog), and also trying to get back on the weight loss wagon (she said, valiently ignoring the twelve thousand cookies she ate today), I put in a request to the Ted for more vegetable-based meals. Tonight he made grilled…