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Baby, it's cold outside.
Oct. 27th, 2002 07:05 pmDaylight Savings Time day rolls around and all of a sudden it's like deep winter at the Weaselmom household. Early this morning S and I were squabbling over the blankets like dingoes over a baby. It's bloody cold out there, so we holed up in the computer room with the heat on. It's almost 8 p.m. and I haven't accomplished a single useful thing all day. Had to wake myself up around 9:30 this morning crying from a nightmare, as S had taken himself out for a quiet brekkie on his own. Here I sit, still unshowered and in my robe and slippers, after having read the paper and slacked around on the Web all day. Our immediate plans are to send S to the store for some much-needed TP, and then we'll adjourn to the living room and slack around in front of the TV until bedtime.
Yesterday was busybusy. Got my car tabs, and if I could just manage to take them out of my purse and put them on my license plate, I'd consider it a job well done. As it is, if I get pulled over, I'm going to have to make excuses as to why I'm too busy to do this little thing. Then we headed over to Sc and Je's house for a pumpkin-carving party. Sc is a very practical fellow, and he had opened about a dozen pumpkins with a jigsaw and gutted them before we arrived. I carved my Generic Scary Face and then attempted to do one of those pattern things, a wolf howling at the moon. I felt about 12 years old, because every time I came to a difficult part, I could pout at S and he'd take over until I whined "I can do it! Let me!" It turned out beautifully. They now have some dozen fabulous pumpkins lining the front steps. I hope they win their neighborhood pumpkin parade thing. After that, we headed to a party given by the costumer elements of our SCA clan. It was supposed to have an Addams Family theme. S wore his hospital scrubs, a stethoscope, and a red foam clown nose and went as Patch Adams (rimshot). I wore my clingy black dress with the swoopy gothy sleeves and the leather waist cincher and went as Random Gothy Addams. All was fine until I got an excruciating rib-cramp kind of thing on my left side and S had to tear me out of the corset. I've got a weird sticky-out bottom rib on that side that makes it difficult to wear corsets, no matter how much I love them in theory. Anyway, I suppose the party could have been duller, but not by much. S always ends up playing computer games in the basement, leaving me to converse with a bunch of people who are not K or PMB or L or any of the brilliant, funny women I love so much. We ended up sitting around watching "Nightmare Before Christmas" which was at least a small diversion. I don't mean to imply that these are not good people, because they are, but I just don't have that much in common with them. I'm spoiled by my own friendships. ( So what else is going on? )
Yesterday was busybusy. Got my car tabs, and if I could just manage to take them out of my purse and put them on my license plate, I'd consider it a job well done. As it is, if I get pulled over, I'm going to have to make excuses as to why I'm too busy to do this little thing. Then we headed over to Sc and Je's house for a pumpkin-carving party. Sc is a very practical fellow, and he had opened about a dozen pumpkins with a jigsaw and gutted them before we arrived. I carved my Generic Scary Face and then attempted to do one of those pattern things, a wolf howling at the moon. I felt about 12 years old, because every time I came to a difficult part, I could pout at S and he'd take over until I whined "I can do it! Let me!" It turned out beautifully. They now have some dozen fabulous pumpkins lining the front steps. I hope they win their neighborhood pumpkin parade thing. After that, we headed to a party given by the costumer elements of our SCA clan. It was supposed to have an Addams Family theme. S wore his hospital scrubs, a stethoscope, and a red foam clown nose and went as Patch Adams (rimshot). I wore my clingy black dress with the swoopy gothy sleeves and the leather waist cincher and went as Random Gothy Addams. All was fine until I got an excruciating rib-cramp kind of thing on my left side and S had to tear me out of the corset. I've got a weird sticky-out bottom rib on that side that makes it difficult to wear corsets, no matter how much I love them in theory. Anyway, I suppose the party could have been duller, but not by much. S always ends up playing computer games in the basement, leaving me to converse with a bunch of people who are not K or PMB or L or any of the brilliant, funny women I love so much. We ended up sitting around watching "Nightmare Before Christmas" which was at least a small diversion. I don't mean to imply that these are not good people, because they are, but I just don't have that much in common with them. I'm spoiled by my own friendships. ( So what else is going on? )
