Wash ,'Serenity'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Which is kinda hysterical when it happens.
Shush, you!
What's the outfit?
Black ankle-length ruffled skirt (over a hoopskirt), ruffle-butt knee-length skirt in pink & black skull print over that, pink underbust corset, black chemise, black pirate-y cropped jacket w/ pink buttons, and a pink & black mini tricorn. And an antique lace jabot.
Watermelon balls for dessert.
I was going to do that, but I bought a girl watermelon.
So, I made a batch of kale chips with bacon salt. So good. And Noah, who won't eat any green food, ate some and even asked for more.
Grace asked for iced tea! And drank some from the straw. And swallowed it.
Dinner was eventful!
Apparently this weekend my street is closed off for an unannouncedbiker rally. I almost got clipped by a helmetless idiot swerving down a side street at about 40 mph on my walk home from the overflow parking lot, and now everyone is harmonizing the revving engines of their shiny surrogate penises.
Grace asked for iced tea! And drank some from the straw. And swallowed it.
A girl after my own heart!
Of COURSE it was iced tea that tempted her. She is your daughter. I'm just waiting for her to discover pasta and cheese.
And mine! Noah also prefers iced tea and calls soda gross.
I have done my democratic duty! (Australia has a federal election today.) For the first time ever, I regard neither party as deserving to win. Australia's political leadership right now, at both state and federal level, is IMO the worst in living memory.
And yet our economy is chugging along nicely. Go figure.
xpost with sara:
Of COURSE it was iced tea that tempted her.
I know, right. Green Tea Lemonade was one of Noah's first phrases. It took FOREVER for us to figure out because it came out like "stinky gamete."
Oh, damn, Jilli, that outfit sounds nineteen kinds of awesome. And now I'm craving a bustle skirt even more than usual.
Re Boss #3, not only is his weaselly email as close to a win as we're likely to get, it may well be as close to a win as anyone's gotten in the last decade and a half. Clearing out the file cabinet drawers that nobody had touched since the early nineties, I came across 12-15 years' worth of angry notes, emails and formal letters from my various predecessors yelling at Boss #3 for fucking up one schedule after another and begging him, Please, I can't read your mind and I can't chase you down and get an answer in person every time there's a question about a random half hour. You're making me look stupid to all my supervisors, hurting your colleagues and hurting the patients. Please take some responsibility. PLEASE. And none of it's ever done a damn bit of good.
This tiny crumb of abashment? Probably the most anyone's choked out of him since Chelsea Clinton graduated from middle school.