Update-a-thon
May. 17th, 2003 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pantryslutSteven had the flu, starting Thursday night. He's better today, fortunately.
Cosmo the foster cat went a little crazy last night. I was making chicken soup (see above) , which I think contributed to the problem, but she came and *rubbed against my legs* while I was cooking dinner. Growling all the while, no less. "Don't touch me! Love me! Don't touch me!" Jeez, cat, make up your mind already. Go back to your closet.
I made tapioca pudding, too. How am I going to use up the rest of this box of tapioca? Pudding only takes like three tablespoons of the stuff.
Steven's mom is visiting this week. Sort of. She likes to attend Elderhostel events and sees us in her down time between classes -- that way we don't have to put her up and entertain her, she says. Works for us. We like her a lot, though, don't get me wrong, and enjoy her company very much. She is here with her travelling companion, Dean, who gave us a very large box of Godiva chocolates at lunch today. I mean *very* large. And two bottles of wine. We will have lunch again tomorrow, and later in the week if things work out.
I have a job interview on Monday.
If this wasn't enough, I'm leaving town on Thursday for WisCon...and I blew my Friday deadline because of the flu thing, so I'm working on it this weekend.
Today is my mother's birthday, and Steven's father's birthday.
Oh, and finally: with some help from my mother, I figured out that Steven and I have been married nine years this week. Nine years! Yes, that's right, two poly queers, a bi genderfucked dyke and a gay bear, united in state-sanctioned matrimony (mmm, love that health insurance) for nine years now. Boss Bill said that we should have a party next year. Should I take that as an offer to volunteer?
I looked in the mirror today and realized that when I don't shave my chin and my hair's this short (for those of you who didn't know, I buzzed my hair off about a week and a half ago), I really do look like a guy. If it weren't for these tits, at least. And these slightly girly editor glasses. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Amused, mostly, I think.
I will shave for my interview.
Cosmo the foster cat went a little crazy last night. I was making chicken soup (see above) , which I think contributed to the problem, but she came and *rubbed against my legs* while I was cooking dinner. Growling all the while, no less. "Don't touch me! Love me! Don't touch me!" Jeez, cat, make up your mind already. Go back to your closet.
I made tapioca pudding, too. How am I going to use up the rest of this box of tapioca? Pudding only takes like three tablespoons of the stuff.
Steven's mom is visiting this week. Sort of. She likes to attend Elderhostel events and sees us in her down time between classes -- that way we don't have to put her up and entertain her, she says. Works for us. We like her a lot, though, don't get me wrong, and enjoy her company very much. She is here with her travelling companion, Dean, who gave us a very large box of Godiva chocolates at lunch today. I mean *very* large. And two bottles of wine. We will have lunch again tomorrow, and later in the week if things work out.
I have a job interview on Monday.
If this wasn't enough, I'm leaving town on Thursday for WisCon...and I blew my Friday deadline because of the flu thing, so I'm working on it this weekend.
Today is my mother's birthday, and Steven's father's birthday.
Oh, and finally: with some help from my mother, I figured out that Steven and I have been married nine years this week. Nine years! Yes, that's right, two poly queers, a bi genderfucked dyke and a gay bear, united in state-sanctioned matrimony (mmm, love that health insurance) for nine years now. Boss Bill said that we should have a party next year. Should I take that as an offer to volunteer?
I looked in the mirror today and realized that when I don't shave my chin and my hair's this short (for those of you who didn't know, I buzzed my hair off about a week and a half ago), I really do look like a guy. If it weren't for these tits, at least. And these slightly girly editor glasses. I'm not sure how I feel about that.
Amused, mostly, I think.
I will shave for my interview.
