mmm, sleep.

One of the necessary evils of the world.

Actually, I rather like it... just not when I'm awake.

It would be a lot nicer if I didn't have to fold up my computer every time.

Love

...It's a heavy, loaded word. An interesting concept.

I'm shy of saying it unless I know I can really, really mean it.

Even if it is "just for today".

Evil, evil, evil.

aina42 and I are plotting out relationships. Darkside needs two wives: one of them me, and one of them someone else. The someone else would have to be also compatible with yaksha42, so that they could have their together-time while Darkside and I were together.

Only...

Darkside and Yakky would have to go out and do guy things together while my fellow wife and I got it on, occasionally.

Rings of Ill-Omen

The One Ring would be a really poor choice of a wedding ring.

aina42 is making evil, evil plots. She wants to be a ringbearer.

And I don't care what you say...

I am not attached to the Twin Peaks of Mount Doom. And you are NOT putting that ring there!

Evening, Morning

Chatted with Shrimpy, iroshi, diqitalambience, and aina42 last night. Stayed up until midnight talking with Ana. Much giggling about guys, rings, sex, and occasionally Rowan Atkinson.

Grandma, Aunt-Fayoumis, and Guide Dog Aunt liked their gifts.

Woke up late. Marigold, Grandma's new companion, was already here. She seems sweet. There was discussion that perhaps I should get married. I said Nay. The aunts and I had discussed BJ the night before.

Some would-be husbands are not worth the trouble.

I like Mrs. Malfoy well enough, though, and she seems to like me. I have not yet met Matt's mom.

Ana shed some light on why Yakky would say that she would try to take credit for the events of Friday the 13th. Evidently she had been coaching him in flirting. I hadn't even known he was at all interested, let alone seriously!

Note to men: when a woman brings up the topic of your fantasies, and she sounds like she might be flirting with you, don't mention a movie star. It's disheartening, as most women don't tend to feel like their looks measure up against movie stars.

Household

Grandma is not happy with having Marigold around, and told me, "Better no company at all than company you don't want!" She is being polite about it, though, and thinks that when someone isn't polite, it hurts the person who's being rude.

I'm hiding in the living room while Guide Dog Aunt and Grandma talk.

If I ever change my name, Grandma says to tell her so she won't think it's someone she doesn't know.

Names...

Pedro!

*Azurelunatic snickers

Family Time

Went to see Cousin Matt and his fiancee Anna. Anna gets compared to Mama. As far as FatherSir's family is concerned, Mama is a blessing and a delight as far as in-laws go. Everybody likes Anna.

We had dinner there. It was a long drive, as far as that goes, because there was Traffic, and Grandma was Not Happy getting into the car.

Then, we came home, and Guide Dog Aunt had prepared pizza fixings for me to put together, and we had Serious Pizza. I evidently make kickass pizza. Guide Dog Aunt made the dough. Uncle Davy came over right when we were all sitting down, and one of the pizzas was demolished. We would have all eaten more, but we were not very hungry after the burgers with Matt and Anna.

It's chilly around here.

*burp*

Mmm, pizza.

You bake the crust a little before putting the toppings on it, so it isn't too soggy. And then you put lots on it. And you use the good sauce. And there shall be cheese.

Result: drippy, saucy, pizza with plenty of cheese and plenty of good things upon it. And it's yummy.

Family Stories

Once upon a time, back in the early days of such things, GrandfatherSir had a telephone. Well, it wasn't so early, but they were still big clunky black things with a dial supplied by the phone company.

And one day, the phone rang. GrandfatherSir picked it up. Silence. And the phone kept ringing.

GrandfatherSir, irate, threw the phone to the floor and kicked it down the hall. The phone kept ringing. And ringing. And, as he stomped on it, ringing.

By the time he stopped stomping, and the phone stopped ringing, the phone was in many small parts.

Uncle Davy was tapped to take the phone down to the phone company to replace it. He sat there, with the phone in a paper bag, while other people came up with phones with problems with cords, with handsets, and so forth. His turn came. "What's the problem with your phone? We can fix it."

"I don't think you can fix this," Uncle Davy said, and poured the pieces of the phone onto the table in front of the guy.

The guy's eyes bugged out. "This isn't going to affect our replacing your phone... but what happened to it?" he asked.

"Telemarketer," Davy answered.



At about this point, I was lying on my side on the floor, laughing too hard to close my mouth. This leads, of course, to drooling... I wound up having a coughing fit.

History...

We had the two geese for the longest time. Finally, the goose died. The gander stood watch over her body until Mama made him go out and then she took Friendly's body away from him.

After that, Tou-tou followed Mama around like he'd formerly followed his goose. He was such a lonely gander... a gander without his goose is such a sad thing.

They put him down in the fall of the year.

It must be lonely there, now, without the happy geese honking when people come down the driveway and up the path. We'd try not to wake up the geese when we came in late... sometimes we suceeded, sometimes they woke up and made a racket, sometimes we'd just get a sleepy "Whuh-whuh-whuh" out of Toulouse as we walked by.

Old jokes...

Once upon a time, when I was with good old Shawn, and I was to be spending the weekend with him, I got a can of Hershey syrup in anticipation of things that were going to be fun.

Fun happened, but we were so busy having fun that we forgot to use the chocolate syrup.

It became an in-joke with us. We never did use it... we'd always not have a can opener, or be too busy...


Ah, memories.