Quel excitement!
Jun. 17th, 2002 10:51 amWell, not really. I was boring and dull and snappy Saturday until I napped off my mid-morning headache, and then Ali and I went to see Bad Company. Fun flick. I called Dad before and after the movie, to make sure he got the book I left in Kansas for him, and talk about the Pagosa Springs deal, but in all that, I completely forgot about Father's Day.
Yesterday I excavated my floor. I wanted to vacuum, so I transferred all the books on the floor to the top of my dresser, (Laurier's going to be pissed about loosing a napping spot.) moved papers to a single pile in the crate by the door, moved a few boxes and bins into Lori's closets (she has immense closets of Doom, unlike the rest of us poor saps.) and rediscovered the large open space in the center of my room. Yay floor! I also managed to cover the bed, but that subsequent excavation didn't require recovering the floor, which made me happy.
We hit Sam's Club sometime, the result of which is that I have hand sanitizer for work, batteries to send my brother, and little tins of cat food to reward my boys when they haven't been horrible.
Heh. I am much amused by theMary Sue Generator:
Name: Destiny Haviland
Eye Color: Changeable Azure
Signature Scent: Midnight Linen
Paranormal Power: Force Adept
Specialized Skill: Professional Athlete
Distinguishing Mark: Navel Ring
Newly Discovered Relationship: Obi-Wan's Girlfriend
snicker I can see her now, tall, with a mane of blonde hair so conveniently blown back by the nonexistent wind to keep it out of her face, eyes flashing because she's gotten blinking light contacts to draw attention to them, acres of tanned, muscled belly bared to show off the centerpiece, a jeweled belly ring that just happens to be her spare light-saber crystal. And, um... she plays... not golf, though that's good... Lacrosse. Yes. She's the highest paid professional lacrosse player in the galaxy. And she of course doesn't use her Force powers during games because that wouldn't be fair to the little people. Heh. Tower of virtue that she is.
Yesterday I excavated my floor. I wanted to vacuum, so I transferred all the books on the floor to the top of my dresser, (Laurier's going to be pissed about loosing a napping spot.) moved papers to a single pile in the crate by the door, moved a few boxes and bins into Lori's closets (she has immense closets of Doom, unlike the rest of us poor saps.) and rediscovered the large open space in the center of my room. Yay floor! I also managed to cover the bed, but that subsequent excavation didn't require recovering the floor, which made me happy.
We hit Sam's Club sometime, the result of which is that I have hand sanitizer for work, batteries to send my brother, and little tins of cat food to reward my boys when they haven't been horrible.
Heh. I am much amused by theMary Sue Generator:
Name: Destiny Haviland
Eye Color: Changeable Azure
Signature Scent: Midnight Linen
Paranormal Power: Force Adept
Specialized Skill: Professional Athlete
Distinguishing Mark: Navel Ring
Newly Discovered Relationship: Obi-Wan's Girlfriend
snicker I can see her now, tall, with a mane of blonde hair so conveniently blown back by the nonexistent wind to keep it out of her face, eyes flashing because she's gotten blinking light contacts to draw attention to them, acres of tanned, muscled belly bared to show off the centerpiece, a jeweled belly ring that just happens to be her spare light-saber crystal. And, um... she plays... not golf, though that's good... Lacrosse. Yes. She's the highest paid professional lacrosse player in the galaxy. And she of course doesn't use her Force powers during games because that wouldn't be fair to the little people. Heh. Tower of virtue that she is.