stick a fork in me
Feb. 21st, 2004 12:17 amI am so thoroughly STUFFED. Excuse me while I take my pants off. Gaaaah.
Had dinner with Judy, John, Jeff and Ellen. The original plan was to grab a quick bite to eat on the way to dropping Jeff/Ellie at the airport. They're flying off to Boston to surprise Jeff's dad on his 60th birthday (isn't that sweet?). As this was our first chance to get together since their return from Hawaii, Judy and John decided to join us (yay!). Judy, with her poor temperamental stomach, had nixed Mexican food. After much debate we picked Bahama Breeze at South Center Mall.
( God, all my posts lately are about food. I'm definitely going out too much. )
Hobbes is full of meowy love tonight. Why? Because earlier, whilst I was running around getting dressed, he dove under my shoe and had his paw squished for his pains. Is there anything more horrible than a cat squealing in pain? His paw was fine, no limp or anything, but I felt like an axe murderer and followed him around begging forgiveness. And thus, I fed him early. Now I'm home and he's thinking I'll have forgotten and is innocently asking for dinner, again.
Look at that reproachful face. No amount of face licking will sway me.

Have to come up with a Plan B for Ellie's birthday as Judy is doing a '30 years of Ellen' photo thing. I think I'll make her a quilt. And since I'm going to be up around Queen Anne tomorrow, maybe I can hit Nancy's Sewing Room. It's almost sad how giddy the thought of bolts of fabric makes me.
In other random news, I'm thinking of getting my eyebrows waxed. I don't quite have a unibrow, but they are so bushy and twin-caterpillar-y. I'm not at Peter Gallagher levels yet, but don't wish to be, either. Or maybe I've just watched one too many episode of Queer Eye.
Had dinner with Judy, John, Jeff and Ellen. The original plan was to grab a quick bite to eat on the way to dropping Jeff/Ellie at the airport. They're flying off to Boston to surprise Jeff's dad on his 60th birthday (isn't that sweet?). As this was our first chance to get together since their return from Hawaii, Judy and John decided to join us (yay!). Judy, with her poor temperamental stomach, had nixed Mexican food. After much debate we picked Bahama Breeze at South Center Mall.
( God, all my posts lately are about food. I'm definitely going out too much. )
Hobbes is full of meowy love tonight. Why? Because earlier, whilst I was running around getting dressed, he dove under my shoe and had his paw squished for his pains. Is there anything more horrible than a cat squealing in pain? His paw was fine, no limp or anything, but I felt like an axe murderer and followed him around begging forgiveness. And thus, I fed him early. Now I'm home and he's thinking I'll have forgotten and is innocently asking for dinner, again.
Look at that reproachful face. No amount of face licking will sway me.

Have to come up with a Plan B for Ellie's birthday as Judy is doing a '30 years of Ellen' photo thing. I think I'll make her a quilt. And since I'm going to be up around Queen Anne tomorrow, maybe I can hit Nancy's Sewing Room. It's almost sad how giddy the thought of bolts of fabric makes me.
In other random news, I'm thinking of getting my eyebrows waxed. I don't quite have a unibrow, but they are so bushy and twin-caterpillar-y. I'm not at Peter Gallagher levels yet, but don't wish to be, either. Or maybe I've just watched one too many episode of Queer Eye.