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Sep. 21st, 2005 11:32 amSo... granny flooded the kitchen again. Twice in as many weeks.
*le sigh*
I keep telling her to wait until the damn appliances DRY OUT before trying to use them, but she won't- and I am afeared water and electricity do not mix maybe as well as she thinks they should.
So yeah, there you go. Seems she can no longer be trusted to keep "washing up" on her list of unsupervised activities... not that I even know why she was washing up in the first place, she has a goddamn dishwasher, but whatthefuckever.
You know she tricked me with her shopping list today too y'know? She left off a half-dozen things she wanted "Right this moment today now" and used it as an excuse to go shooting off her her scooter. She's been angling to go on the grocery run for some while now so she finally resorted to dirty tactics to do so.
I sigh... whatever... steal one of the donuts she's not supposed to have but insists I buy for her anyway, and bugger off home. To hell with it. If she's gonna' keep changing her grocery list vernacular at random there's not a lot I can do about it.
"Small bag roast potatoes" for the last 18 months has meant "a small bag of frozen, instant roast potatoes".
Today "Small bag roast potatoes" meant "a small bag of fresh potatoes, suitable for roasting"
Not that she thought to explain this in any way shape or form and leaped on this mistaken potato identity to utilize it for her own ends.
Eh, I'm rambling, I have no point to this post, she just made me frustrated and crabby this morning. But tomorrow I get to go play on the market and try to hunt down some fabric suitable to make a skirt for my halloween costume.
I actually do have a complete outfit that looks FABULOUS, but the skirt is like 26 miles of Indian silk so amazingly enough I didn't really feel comfortable poncing around in it, getting drunk and trying to make soda bread on halloween night. (It's a tradition). Doubly so because it always rains and that makes going to the pub awkward. So for the night I'm taking the bodice and the cape with the ludicrous collar, and mum's agreed to whip up a slightly less *involved* skirt, and I'll be all set.
I'd do it myself but I can't sew anything beyond cushions and maybe curtains... possibly a duvet cover. You know, things with straight edges that are generally more or less rectangular.
*le sigh*
I keep telling her to wait until the damn appliances DRY OUT before trying to use them, but she won't- and I am afeared water and electricity do not mix maybe as well as she thinks they should.
So yeah, there you go. Seems she can no longer be trusted to keep "washing up" on her list of unsupervised activities... not that I even know why she was washing up in the first place, she has a goddamn dishwasher, but whatthefuckever.
You know she tricked me with her shopping list today too y'know? She left off a half-dozen things she wanted "Right this moment today now" and used it as an excuse to go shooting off her her scooter. She's been angling to go on the grocery run for some while now so she finally resorted to dirty tactics to do so.
I sigh... whatever... steal one of the donuts she's not supposed to have but insists I buy for her anyway, and bugger off home. To hell with it. If she's gonna' keep changing her grocery list vernacular at random there's not a lot I can do about it.
"Small bag roast potatoes" for the last 18 months has meant "a small bag of frozen, instant roast potatoes".
Today "Small bag roast potatoes" meant "a small bag of fresh potatoes, suitable for roasting"
Not that she thought to explain this in any way shape or form and leaped on this mistaken potato identity to utilize it for her own ends.
Eh, I'm rambling, I have no point to this post, she just made me frustrated and crabby this morning. But tomorrow I get to go play on the market and try to hunt down some fabric suitable to make a skirt for my halloween costume.
I actually do have a complete outfit that looks FABULOUS, but the skirt is like 26 miles of Indian silk so amazingly enough I didn't really feel comfortable poncing around in it, getting drunk and trying to make soda bread on halloween night. (It's a tradition). Doubly so because it always rains and that makes going to the pub awkward. So for the night I'm taking the bodice and the cape with the ludicrous collar, and mum's agreed to whip up a slightly less *involved* skirt, and I'll be all set.
I'd do it myself but I can't sew anything beyond cushions and maybe curtains... possibly a duvet cover. You know, things with straight edges that are generally more or less rectangular.
