An Actual Update. You Know, Those Things That Happen Between Pic Posts.
So theoretically, there must be another pic post on the horizon. Now, where did I leave off before the dolls elbowed their way on? Oh! I remember…
Thursday, I had a big old meeting about the kit business at one of the other ladies’ houses. I’d been there before, so no angsty trousers besides the fact we got to greet one another with “It’s fucking hot!”. Also, she has dogs. Overly affectionate, dunderheaded Brittanies. Well, two of them are friendly, anyway. The third one requires protracted introductions before decided to do things besides hide under the couch for guests.
While we were working- kits require instruction overhauls and proofreading and doodling on endless copies of the same worksheet -the dogs hung out in the office with us, shoving their noses into anything and everything, but especially our laps. You can imagine my surprise that, reaching down to pet one found the shy one had snuck in and propped her head on my lap. ”Hi. Pet me. Nao plz.” Also, two ladies fanning themselves while messing with publisher and rolling around on the floor with dogs that turn into balls when they sit down probably qualifies as hilarious. We got a lot done and also covered in fur. Oh, and there was lentil soup with feta in it for lunch. Tasty stuff! I do love lentils. And cheese.
“I usually don’t tell guests this, but you’re family, so don’t mind me giving the dogs my bowl to lick.”
Which made me feel like dancing, though dancing also turned into me plus dogs, divided by floor.
We think we have the one kit variation done. Now, to make some more beta testers cry.
We’d planned to go out for sushi Saturday night, but somewhat miscommunicated something to someone else, so we ended up with reservations for Friday which we shrugged and took anyway. I hadn’t been to this particular joint before, though I had heard plenty about it. As in twenty minutes of drunken yammering after Mum got back from the last visit and Dad handtrucked her into the house. I think I still like Kampai better, but this place was pretty damn awesome. Very fresh fish and almost ridiculous portions, plus no one even kind of objected to Dad’s request that they toast up the mackerel leavings for him. Cooked fish leftovers being one of my favorite things, if it’s yellowtail or sea. I just prefer my mackerel icy cold instead of as a hot potato chip.
Oh, and the waitress wanted to play with my Mameshiba the worst way. She even brought the other waitresses over to behold it in its beany glory. I was, erm, texting my sister pictures of our dinner since she couldn’t be there.
Sushi on a hot day? Can’t beat it.
The rest of the weekend we spent lazily hanging out indoors, venturing outside only by dark to attack the pool. I sewed. We made chilli. Damn fine chilli, but my days of filleting peppers barehanded are officially over. Damn serranos. My finger tips were on fire.
Today, the pantry has been cleaned out and I managed to jump on a Mayo Clinic job posting before it closed. Fingers crossed! Well, there may have been a Bloody Bishop in there too.
I can see the end of the story I’m working on, though I’m not in a hurry to get there. Or I wasn’t, until I got a really good gag idea for a subsequent installment. I’ve been chasing a plotbunny around and spending way too much time conjuring lists of what’s the matter with my one pet outline. Well, one of them. And the plotbunny’s only appealing because it would permit me to do something magical that’s functionally impossible in most of my fantasy business. What would actually happen remains a mystery at this point…
I recently sold my Pullip Rovam on eBay. The buyer wrote that she loves her. This pleases me immensely. I’m trying to come up with a cute way to express this in less than 88 characters.