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In which Kisha gets forceful with bread.
Mar. 8th, 2004 01:04 amWhy Would 32 People Buy The Same Car On The Same Day? - Really cute little documentary set in Dalarö. Probably quite large, since it was rather long, and you might not want to bother if you don't have broadband and several minutes. Still. M and I both thought it was really.. sweet. Sweet isn't technically the right word but that's how I felt about it. I don't know why.
There was vast amounts of excitement in my day. Or, well, no, not really. We did the family thing, and no one really did anything outrageously radical or worthy of commenting on. I glared viciously at bread and my cousin thought I gave her a dirty look, but that one was settled out of court, so to speak. That darned bread was eluding my attempts to wrap it up and it needed to be told its place and I felt I was just the woman to do it.
I just love being forceful with inanimate objects.
Apparently, anyway.
I need to work on my birthday cards. My niece is turning nine on the 17th, and I thought it would be fun to send her nine birthday cards over the next week and a half. I've printed one and have found three more in my stationary drawer, so I need to scrounge up five more and address them. I thought it would also be nice to stick something small in each envelope, but I'm not sure what that might be. Once, when M came to visit, I sent him a package with a flight kit. It had lots of little games and puzzles and things for him to do and read when he was bored on the airplane. He had strict instructions to only open one envelope per hour. I think I had certain ones labelled with specific times so he didn't open the wrong thing first or anything. You know, I was a fantastic girlfriend, now that I think about it, although I guess some guys would have found me to be much too.. cute. I often sent M fun little romantic gifts. I ran out of really good ideas after a few years, though, so I guess I'm an uninspiring wife. But hey, I got him to marry me, so the hard part is over! ;) I digress. I have all that stuff saved somewhere.. I should go through it and see if there's anything (unromantic, of course.. some of it was just silly, I think) worth sending to Whitley. I kind of doubt it but it would be nice to have some sort of use for saving all this stuff sometimes. I don't know why I can't ever throw anything away, even when it's clearly obvious that I'll never use it again. I guess I'll just have to reconcile myself to being a hopeless packrat..
There was vast amounts of excitement in my day. Or, well, no, not really. We did the family thing, and no one really did anything outrageously radical or worthy of commenting on. I glared viciously at bread and my cousin thought I gave her a dirty look, but that one was settled out of court, so to speak. That darned bread was eluding my attempts to wrap it up and it needed to be told its place and I felt I was just the woman to do it.
I just love being forceful with inanimate objects.
Apparently, anyway.
I need to work on my birthday cards. My niece is turning nine on the 17th, and I thought it would be fun to send her nine birthday cards over the next week and a half. I've printed one and have found three more in my stationary drawer, so I need to scrounge up five more and address them. I thought it would also be nice to stick something small in each envelope, but I'm not sure what that might be. Once, when M came to visit, I sent him a package with a flight kit. It had lots of little games and puzzles and things for him to do and read when he was bored on the airplane. He had strict instructions to only open one envelope per hour. I think I had certain ones labelled with specific times so he didn't open the wrong thing first or anything. You know, I was a fantastic girlfriend, now that I think about it, although I guess some guys would have found me to be much too.. cute. I often sent M fun little romantic gifts. I ran out of really good ideas after a few years, though, so I guess I'm an uninspiring wife. But hey, I got him to marry me, so the hard part is over! ;) I digress. I have all that stuff saved somewhere.. I should go through it and see if there's anything (unromantic, of course.. some of it was just silly, I think) worth sending to Whitley. I kind of doubt it but it would be nice to have some sort of use for saving all this stuff sometimes. I don't know why I can't ever throw anything away, even when it's clearly obvious that I'll never use it again. I guess I'll just have to reconcile myself to being a hopeless packrat..
