Oooh, pie. I would like pie. We went out for ice cream tonight (creamy whip, with rainbow sprinkles) after visiting Tim's mom's grave (it's the 1-year date of her death). Her grave faces almost perfectly due west, so Tim wanted to go at sunset. His comment? "I've watched too much Buffy...I don't think we should be here after sunset." So I think he's handling the 1-year mark fairly well.
No undead were spotted, and we got ice cream.
Some of the Angry Birds sculptures. I also made a couple of yellow birds and grey bomb birds.
So nobody is on the pie is the new cupcake train, eh?
That sounds like a plan for tomorrow!
I care a little less about hurting. Just spent since I last posted until now on the deck drinking wine with three of my neighbors and B's new boyfriend (he's been insisting we meet him for weeks and we've now given him our seal of approval. Bonus, he lives only a couple blocks over. Talk about an easy booty call for him, damn.)
I may hate tomorrow morning, but it was worth it tonight. Even if B gets all riled up and political and goes preaching to the choir and we're all tired and my old devil's advocate kicks in, in addition to my in depth US political history education (I was lecturing about Buchanan and then Hoovervilles and WTF), and my eyes start rolling and I get ridonkulous, but factual.
At one point, I plopped Loki on B and made some lewd pussy joke to divert him. So out of character for me.
And now I need like an hour to decompress, so pretty sure I'm hating tomorrow already.
snerk on the boob photo.
Best of luck, Kat. We're all rooting for you here.
"I've watched too much Buffy...I don't think we should be here after sunset."
One of us, one of us... also, that sounds like a nice remembrance.
And I think I like cupcakes because they are CUTE and that's all the cake I really want.
BING BING BING! Cupcakes are cute little fancy sculptures. That you can eat!
Alton Brown left Twitter
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I didn’t leave Twitter because my wife started tweeting. I left Twitter because a parasitic troll fraudulently posing as my wife started tweeting. It even used a photo of my family as its avatar.
The way I see it, Twitter is like a big cocktail party. If I was at a cocktail party and someone puked on my wife’s shoes, odds are excellent that we’d leave. Does that mean I won’t attend any more cocktail parties? Maybe not. Maybe I’ll just have to figure out a way to host my own cocktail parties where people have to actually be accountable for their behavior.
OMG, I am a mess. Slightly hungover, not enough sleep in a couple of nights, and now I can't stop sneezing. I should have stayed home. Also, two different people tried to make plans with me for tonight, and I was just like, "UGH, no thanks!" Because I am lame. And cranky. And sleepy.
Happy Friday, everyone!