Mayor ,'Lies My Parents Told Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, nail polish, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm glad you got meds, ita.
So tonight was the first night we got to use my AWESOME NEW TELESCOPE! OMG y'all it is unbelievable. The detail on the moon, even shrouded by clouds, was stunning. AND I saw Jupiter! I am so excited. I have so much to learn. I'm going to try to buy the camera attachment before the lunar eclipse Monday so you can see.
Bus wifi has died. Maybe I'll watch a tv show on my laptop.
Oh, yeah, I have more cookies to bake, too. We're going to do a batch for the highway workers we've been waving at several times every day. And then we've got baking for the party.
My cable is out. Why must the ducks keep nibbling at my toes? I don't want to differentially diagnose my entertainment system.
Liese, for normal Moon-viewing, a Barlow lens is a good idea. It reduces the brightness while increasing magnification.
You know that moment when you click on a link and then you process the context and realise you're looking at some stranger's brother's dick?
Yeah, that moment. Why do I haz it? IO9, fer crissakes, is supposed to treat me better than this.
I'm pretty sure I've told this, but I have about the least romantical non-proposal story: I had taken my Ambien, and was struck by the pre-sleepy hungries and was eating a bowl of broccoli and cheese in a t-shirt and panties while D was watching...Job Stewart? Probably.
In that weird Ambien-induced haziness, I was chatty and, between bites, asked, "So what do you think about getting married" or some such. And D was all "I was assuming we would. I want to."
I was all CHOMP CHOMP -- "Really?! Oh, that's good." CHOMP CHOMP.
"Um...are we engaged now?" I says.
D ponders. "...Yes? Don't you want a ring, though?"
"Yes, but not this second." Pause of about a minute.
"HOLY SHIT ARE WE GETTING MARRIED?!?!"
"...Er...Yes."
" I LOVE YOU ZOMG FLAIL!!!"
And then I think I maybe posted, and texted a few friends, and then passed out.
Universe! Be better to ita!
Tomorrow is bake all the cookies day.
Looks like Kelly's plane has finally taken off. Though the web couple by misleading me. I pick her up around 11pm. Only an hour later than expected. I can't wait to see my girl!!!
Yes, it is.
And clean and shop and swim (which I'll probably want to do all day) and manicure. And I keep jiggering the schedule and I'm not sure how the hell it will happen. But it must.