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botiasIt's possibly evil, too, and not in a good way. :| OK I won't talk anymore about A surprising me with some sort of extendo edition. Plus a new blender. Yay! What? I like blenders. Blenders make milkshakes which makes them a godly sort of appliance right there. They also make smoothies. Filling a carafe half full of water, filling the rest with frozen fruit and pushing a button is right at my kitchen comfort level, and I do it on a regular basis and my old blender is dying. OK, I wanted to pick my own blender, but it was a nice thought.
I probably shouldn't talk about my Sunday where my date night was replaced by driving up the side of a mountain on a straight-up unpaved road made of slippery clay in order to deliver a tub. The climb went on and on and on while I clung to the bucking steering wheel and waited to see if 'threatening to lose traction' would become a reality. Then I had to go to a meeting where one of the pregnant couples absolutely REEKED of marijuana, and then I took grandma out to dinner. Ah! What a relief it was to finally settle into a hot bath with a cheesy romance novel. But then Betrayal! It seems Harlequin decided it would be fun to surprise readers by having the story stop in the very middle. I must buy another title next month to get the rest. ARGH!!! *stabs* Dear Harlequin, This is an extremely questionable marketing ploy for a company that sells predictability and happy endings, and I would far rather set the first book on fire than shell out for the second. Still, Grandma amused me. When I told her about my tub excursion, she told me that I should have brought her along. Seems she's concerned about a woman going off into the wilds on her own. She told me that if anyone gave me trouble, she could kick them 'where they wouldn't forget it'. This was striking given that she's barely mobile and has never before departed from a polite fiction that boy parts don't exist.
On the upside, my exercise ploy is working well. I told 10yo if he could get me to exercise every day for thirty days I would get him a microscope. He rubbed his not-so-little-anymore hands together and gave an evil chortle, and I have been prodded to exercise every single day (and himself alongside me, but he's too high on his power trip to notice).
ETA: Here is a gorgeous slideshow of gardens designed with lots of succulents. *drools* I think I know what I'm going to be putting in my strawberry pots and other containers.
I probably shouldn't talk about my Sunday where my date night was replaced by driving up the side of a mountain on a straight-up unpaved road made of slippery clay in order to deliver a tub. The climb went on and on and on while I clung to the bucking steering wheel and waited to see if 'threatening to lose traction' would become a reality. Then I had to go to a meeting where one of the pregnant couples absolutely REEKED of marijuana, and then I took grandma out to dinner. Ah! What a relief it was to finally settle into a hot bath with a cheesy romance novel. But then Betrayal! It seems Harlequin decided it would be fun to surprise readers by having the story stop in the very middle. I must buy another title next month to get the rest. ARGH!!! *stabs* Dear Harlequin, This is an extremely questionable marketing ploy for a company that sells predictability and happy endings, and I would far rather set the first book on fire than shell out for the second. Still, Grandma amused me. When I told her about my tub excursion, she told me that I should have brought her along. Seems she's concerned about a woman going off into the wilds on her own. She told me that if anyone gave me trouble, she could kick them 'where they wouldn't forget it'. This was striking given that she's barely mobile and has never before departed from a polite fiction that boy parts don't exist.
On the upside, my exercise ploy is working well. I told 10yo if he could get me to exercise every day for thirty days I would get him a microscope. He rubbed his not-so-little-anymore hands together and gave an evil chortle, and I have been prodded to exercise every single day (and himself alongside me, but he's too high on his power trip to notice).
ETA: Here is a gorgeous slideshow of gardens designed with lots of succulents. *drools* I think I know what I'm going to be putting in my strawberry pots and other containers.
