Monday Misc

It was full-on Susie Homemaker all weekend. The kids just got back from a vacation in Florida with their dad so I dusted off the ole cookbooks, figuring they'd had enough fast food and would welcome something hearty and not from the microwave. Once they stopped laughing/mocking me/fake fainting, we enjoyed such delights as homemade mashed potatoes, manicotti, chicken pot pie (FROM SCRATCH, people) and two breakfasts that were not even cereal.

First sewing and now cooking. Wow, it's almost like I'm a real mom.

Ms. Fixit
This weekend I also rewired a lamp, set up my new-ish printer, and replaced my car's transmission using only my pinky fingers and a chopstick. Handy!

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Dude, You Are 40
The new guy in the next office seems nice enough and everything, except he listens to really bad techno ALL DAY LONG. I feel like I'm at Crobar. On ladies' night.

Not that I would know.

Ahem.

Doin' It All For My Baby
CJ and I are cool now, thanks.

Currently Reading:
The God of Small Things, which is killing me dead of boredom, and The Model by Michael Chabon, who 100% RULEZ IT.

MC Comedy

Indie Boy...Red Line...You Talked To Me... - m4m - 24

Reply to: pers-136728844@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-02-24, 3:13PM CST

You had a pierced lip and shaggy hair. You were wearing a vintage blazer and red shoes to match it. When you left the train you grabbed my shoulder and either said..."You are adorable" or "You are deplorable."

either way...um...want to meet??

Double Bummer
So long, Mr. Furley and The Dad From A Christmas Story.

Shut It, Lady
Death to the preppy female newscaster on Channel 5 who carefully and insistently pronounces it "N'Awlins." You, madam, are a tool.

Movie Review: Eight Below
Paul Walker is fine. I loveth him.

Dogs? There were dogs?