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A long day
Jul. 18th, 2015 01:48 amUp at fuck o'clock to attend a helldesk fixit summit in place of someone who could not make it. Despite Mr. Wizard Beard's attempts to incorrige me, I only dropped the F-bomb once. (The conference call was recorded.)
Lunch was very tasty. There was a small crowd including Purple and Murraya. The tale of Pippin Peeing On Steph's Couch has become one of Purple's Storytime With Azz standards for the cat crowd.
I finally got back in to Jabber, after a week and a half without.
phone was back in town; this resulted in a group dinner. I did the bulk of the poking at things to make a group decision this time. I felt fearfully grown up.
Assembled were Purple, me, R, Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly, phone, and phone's semi-mythical boyfriend who looks surprisingly like Hard Gay the pop culture icon. He was charming and it was great to finally meet him. I have provisionally dubbed him the Fab Chef.
Since phone had mentioned something about my daughter being off at college, I had to briefly explain Marmalade Fish and accidental child acquisition. My choice of phrasing to explain started with: "My uterus is exit-only!" Fortunately R, phone, and Purple are used to statements from me which would be bizarre from any other person.
This year's Diversity beer bash is next week; not only may phone show and join me at the gayest table, but the Fab Chef may as well!
Beer was dessert for Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly and phone, but the rest of us sought gelato. I had a minor panic attack due to claustrophobia in the crowded line & interior. Minor as Purple didn't notice it.
We found a table outside and chatted. Purple's coconut gelato made a bid for escape. I gave him my extra napkins. As he finished and I observed him discreetly scrubbing off his fingers on his jeans, I asked did he want some water. He demurred. "Let me rephrase. I have a water bottle in my bag." He did, to a bit of giggling. Then it was Storytime With Azz And Purple, our relatives and their explosives tag-team edition. Overall a very fun evening.
I gave Purple a heads up that I had been at the edge of cope for crowds. Next time will be better. We have a plan.
We had parked in the same garage. We hugged goodnight and then soberly talked about parenting (and how my fishmum mode runs in parallel to my phobias so I can handle more as fishmum than as regular Azz).
Tomorrow will be a shopping run with Tif.
Lunch was very tasty. There was a small crowd including Purple and Murraya. The tale of Pippin Peeing On Steph's Couch has become one of Purple's Storytime With Azz standards for the cat crowd.
I finally got back in to Jabber, after a week and a half without.
phone was back in town; this resulted in a group dinner. I did the bulk of the poking at things to make a group decision this time. I felt fearfully grown up.
Assembled were Purple, me, R, Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly, phone, and phone's semi-mythical boyfriend who looks surprisingly like Hard Gay the pop culture icon. He was charming and it was great to finally meet him. I have provisionally dubbed him the Fab Chef.
Since phone had mentioned something about my daughter being off at college, I had to briefly explain Marmalade Fish and accidental child acquisition. My choice of phrasing to explain started with: "My uterus is exit-only!" Fortunately R, phone, and Purple are used to statements from me which would be bizarre from any other person.
This year's Diversity beer bash is next week; not only may phone show and join me at the gayest table, but the Fab Chef may as well!
Beer was dessert for Ms. Antisocialest Butterfly and phone, but the rest of us sought gelato. I had a minor panic attack due to claustrophobia in the crowded line & interior. Minor as Purple didn't notice it.
We found a table outside and chatted. Purple's coconut gelato made a bid for escape. I gave him my extra napkins. As he finished and I observed him discreetly scrubbing off his fingers on his jeans, I asked did he want some water. He demurred. "Let me rephrase. I have a water bottle in my bag." He did, to a bit of giggling. Then it was Storytime With Azz And Purple, our relatives and their explosives tag-team edition. Overall a very fun evening.
I gave Purple a heads up that I had been at the edge of cope for crowds. Next time will be better. We have a plan.
We had parked in the same garage. We hugged goodnight and then soberly talked about parenting (and how my fishmum mode runs in parallel to my phobias so I can handle more as fishmum than as regular Azz).
Tomorrow will be a shopping run with Tif.
