Signed off with "Roger and out".
*snicker*
Tried looking for nice plus size evening dresses last night and didn't like what I was seeing. So although the house is almost too cluttered to find work space and my RSI is killing me like holy hell, I'm going to have to sew something.
I really need an LAista to help me pop my LA Garment District cherry. Ever since hearing that they have no prices and that it's all haggling, I've been terrified to go. But I have little doubt I'd find much better stuff there than at the Jo-Ann's in Alhambra. I walked there and settled for something polyester. I really prefer using natural fabrics but other than cotton and wool, Jo-Ann is light on natural fabrics. Got a 3mi walk in, though.
The cashier was sweet. I suspected the fabric I had wasn't coupon-eligible because it already had some small discount on it. I asked her if she thought my coupon would work. Instead she fished out some 20% mailer that had already been used and put the torn pieces back together to scan it for me. She volunteered that for me! Above and beyond.
I got a large red print "silk" to do the Folkwear Beach Pyjama pattern in. [link] I've made it before out of black silk crepe (real silk) but that was when I weighed 80lb less. My move was so harried that I was forced to give it away when I moved in July. Real silk, gorgeous outfit. Given away.
I love cursewords, traditional and creative. Shut the front door, sweet suffering Jesus screaming Christ on crutches, suka, merde, jiminy christmas, sweet fancy Moses, vaffunculo, espèce de petit con, schiesse, pendejo, frak, and hey! There's always mangled Mandarin Firefly cursewords.
Om nom nom. A friend of mine just dropped off chocolate cupcakes w/ brown sugar bourbon butter cream and topped with vanilla-candied bacon. Those would be a totes nutritional dinner, right?
Oh man, those sound absolutely heavenly. Most of my favorite food flavors rolled into one yummy package.
Jehosaphat is a good 'un.
I have never seen my cat so incensed. Heard what sounded like a mild cat fight, went outside, tried tracking the sound, took me a bit to find them at the far end of the drive rolling around on the ground, my girl and the neighbors cat. Usually I can scoop them up or at least shoo them back to the house. She hissed at me every two feet and wouldn't let me touch her for half an hour and stalked the door, completely seeing red and wanting to get back out and kick ass. Noticed blood on the floor. Not much. Just a couple of dime-sized dots. Still can't really palpate her. She's got a nick on her ear that's congealing, but I can't find anything else yet. Texted the neighbor to make sure they check their girl out for war wounds. I have no plans of making them pay my vet bills if they become necessary, but am suddenly paranoid that they may not be so kind if their cat needs to see the vet.
How does that work, with animals and no one knows who the agressor is? We've lived over a year on the property with our outdoor cats and never had a problem. This is the first winter mine have been cooped up, and this is the winter theirs has had a little brother
This seems apropos, a thread of untranslatable phrases, many of them swears:
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e.g. "Just the other day I encountered 'backpfeifengesicht' which i was told means something like 'a face in need of slapping.'"
Today was a total wash for me. A complete waste of time. Blah.
My monitor just stopped working. I think it's time to go home.
My boss announced my involvement in a new project to the CIO, and she said "Yay!" Actual "Yay!" was said. I'm all verklempt.
New boss is bitching and whining about the soul-sucking ED. I want to commiserate, but I'm all "honey, preaching to the choir, been there, had the joy sucked out of me already, old news". I really want to be sympathetic, but after a year and change, it's unfortunately like "what's new?". I am so broken and defeated and resigned. At first I was all excited because she didn't think I was insane for hating our boss. Now I just feel bad that I'm over it and she's breaking down.
We should get Rio back into the thread. She could show us some Grade-A cussing.