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Multiple things this morning-

piratejenn212 I just mailed your christmas box. Early, yes, but it was the heaviest so it got sent out first.
Card is taped to the top and everything inside should be wrapped. :)


Also, Just a question really- those of you signed up for the fandom card exchange this year. I got the advance "Your assignment will follow later tonight" e-mail yesterday evening but have not yet had the assignment itself. Is that true so far for everyone or do I need to mail the chick in charge and find out if it got lost in the ether somewhere...?


Also also, Kat if you're reading this, I wanna' make stew and dumplings tonight but I can't if you guys are having dinner at yours, cause there's no point making that much food for 3 people, or indeed, in reverse, not making enough stew for 5.
Though I guess I could just make plenty of stew and adjust the dumpling quantities later...

Just lemme know either way though, before about 4-ish, yeah?

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So we had about five minutes of sleety snowly slush that melted... and that's it.

But on the positive side, I'm quite enjoying finishing this agonisingly cheap bottle of merlot I used in the stew.
It's surprisingly drinkable for such presumably barrel-bottom crap. Which is never a bad thing.
And earlier I had Aerosmith playing very loudly indeed on the big downstairs stereo.

Poor Robbie, the opening strains of Nine Lives he just STARED at the speaker, head cocked to one side, twitching slightly.

I forgot, in the time he's been with us he's never heard anything but classical music played on that hi-fi. *heh* Puppy just discovered the electric guitar.

He didn't like it. He slunk off up the hall to go curl up by the front door where it was quieter... XD

*whiffles the puppy*


*realises she's fiished the wine*

*pouts*

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Earlier:

Me: Dude... Mel has GONE MAD... http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/entertainment/4469008.stm
Me: and looks like Saddam
Me: yey for movies in obscure Myan dialects...
Kat: he's completely barking... what's with the beard tugging? even the bean thinks he's mad.
Me: He's lost it... he's become... TIM!
Me: Jump, Mel! Jump! But don't wear those shorts again.
Kat: acually, the shorts are good, but the beard has to go...
Me: The shorts were good, though I wouldn't be so sure about them now.
Kat: ...ewww...


Now:

Very, very full. mmm stew... mmmm dumplings...

I have nothing exciting to say. It's monday night and in *peers at clock* Two hours Retold: Midsummer Night's Dream is on BBC1.
Jonny Vegas in donkey ears... Should be interesting.

Is he on drugs? He's talking scribble!

So you want a new update to the G-ma insanity...?

Heh.
She bought some new underpants for the G-pa, as people tend to do from time to time. Only... she won't let him wear them.

No, no, seriously. They're in their packaging still in her room. She won't let him wear them because apparently he'll only mess them up. And she must keep them away from the carers who help him dress because, well...



Actually, I have no idea how that last declaration ends, or indeed what she believes the carers will do with his pants other than, I presume, being an extension of her long-running grouse that they keep putting his clothes in the laundry when she does not deem them to be dirty enough to be washed.

Personally I side with the carers, there's nothing worse than funny-smelling old people. And as they're both too poor-sighted to actually see stains on anything it can sometimes be a bit of a struggle to convince them of the need for washing unless you make it a de facto statement of "This will go in the laundry now." Of course obviously that never goes down well, young whippersnapper I'vedonemorelaundrythanyou'vehadhotdinners...

Asides from that, she mentioned today that she thinks her memory might be going "a bit".

Yes granny, no granny, I know you have no memory at all of sorting all your christmas gifts into groups for easier gift-giving but I assure you you did it last week. Look, the baggies even have sticky lables on them in your handwriting...

*eesh*

Still, it's an improvement on insisting everything is everyone else's fault. Though she DID tell me last week that I was 17.
*headscratch*
Uhh... granny, I'm almost exactly 2 months away from being 23... I was still in college when I was 17...

*eesh some more*


And now... I shall think about more ficathon fic cause I only have until the middle of December to finish this and I'm starting to panic slightly (The christmas/new year will be mostly involving family visits and foreign visitors and a christening so the last thing I need to worry about is fic deadlines in January.)

Yes... Wolverfic... right...

*wanders off*