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There's no place like home..
Jun. 2nd, 2004 10:00 pmM wore my engagement ring around town today. I entertained myself in the afternoon imagining the face of the jewelry lady when he wore it into the store. It was just a little past time for the six-month check-up, so I handed it over when we met for lunch before he headed off to do errands--lest you think he actually wears diamond solitaires these days. He might be having a little trouble filing the hours by now, but it hasn't gone that far. At least, I don't think so..
Here's a riddle for you, speaking of M. He dropped me off at work after lunch and came to pick me up at 4:22. How, then, did he beat me home by several minutes? (Answer behind a cut at the bottom of this entry to keep you from cheating right away.) Let me know if you guessed it.. on the honor system, I guess. :)
Today was really the first "normal" day at home since the move. We got home at approximately the right time, and didn't go anywhere. I cooked, and we ate dinner outside on the back porch. I guess I should mention that we ate outside, in June, and I made chili. No one ever said we were seasonally appropriate--perhaps I shouldn't mention that I was wearing sweat pants, too. It was the first use of the porch--we were, incidentally, the only ones outside during the entire time. It's been quite nice. I think I might even go to bed early tonight--sounds pretty good.
We're strongly strongly considering giving our fishies away--we just can't figure out where to put them. We need a cart of some sort, preferably on wheels so it can be pushed to a sink for cleaning, and I'm having a hard time motivating spending so much money on fish that we're not hugely excited about keeping. We had them on the kitchen counter before, in a section of unused space kind of in the living room--a foot from the kitchen sink. I brought it up today, but now I'm feeling guilty and thinking that we've had them for three and a half years, and they're nice fishies, and wouldn't it be sad to not have them anymore? I want them to live long and happy fish lives--but I can't help but think that it would be alright if they lived them somewhere else. I guess I'll be okay, however it turns out. We're not even sure if we can find anyone to take them.
And now I think I'll take myself up on that offer of going to bed earlier than normal. I'm having some unspecific pain in the wisdom tooth and throat region--just enough to slightly feel sorry for myself but not enough to request sympathy from anyone else--even M, and I request sympathy from him for a multitude of stupid and worthless reasons. He's usually nice enough to accomodate me, too. I'll let him off the hook today, though, cause he wrote me a love letter last night and it was all kinds of excellent and sweet, so he gets a night off from catering to my crazy. Well. At least a reduced work load, if not a full night off. Let's not get carried away.
( The Riddle's Solution )
Here's a riddle for you, speaking of M. He dropped me off at work after lunch and came to pick me up at 4:22. How, then, did he beat me home by several minutes? (Answer behind a cut at the bottom of this entry to keep you from cheating right away.) Let me know if you guessed it.. on the honor system, I guess. :)
Today was really the first "normal" day at home since the move. We got home at approximately the right time, and didn't go anywhere. I cooked, and we ate dinner outside on the back porch. I guess I should mention that we ate outside, in June, and I made chili. No one ever said we were seasonally appropriate--perhaps I shouldn't mention that I was wearing sweat pants, too. It was the first use of the porch--we were, incidentally, the only ones outside during the entire time. It's been quite nice. I think I might even go to bed early tonight--sounds pretty good.
We're strongly strongly considering giving our fishies away--we just can't figure out where to put them. We need a cart of some sort, preferably on wheels so it can be pushed to a sink for cleaning, and I'm having a hard time motivating spending so much money on fish that we're not hugely excited about keeping. We had them on the kitchen counter before, in a section of unused space kind of in the living room--a foot from the kitchen sink. I brought it up today, but now I'm feeling guilty and thinking that we've had them for three and a half years, and they're nice fishies, and wouldn't it be sad to not have them anymore? I want them to live long and happy fish lives--but I can't help but think that it would be alright if they lived them somewhere else. I guess I'll be okay, however it turns out. We're not even sure if we can find anyone to take them.
And now I think I'll take myself up on that offer of going to bed earlier than normal. I'm having some unspecific pain in the wisdom tooth and throat region--just enough to slightly feel sorry for myself but not enough to request sympathy from anyone else--even M, and I request sympathy from him for a multitude of stupid and worthless reasons. He's usually nice enough to accomodate me, too. I'll let him off the hook today, though, cause he wrote me a love letter last night and it was all kinds of excellent and sweet, so he gets a night off from catering to my crazy. Well. At least a reduced work load, if not a full night off. Let's not get carried away.
( The Riddle's Solution )
