ooo ooo!!

Judy gave me a color print of this Calvin and Hobbes about 10 years ago. It's adorned the wall of every apartment I've ever lived in and to this day remains my favorite strip.

Its meaning with regard to our friendship is screamingly obvious.

I called her earlier today, unsure of her plans, forgetting she had a dinnerthing. She heard me speak perhaps three words (the revealing: 'hey, whatchaup to?") and cut in with, "What's wrong?" and bossily pestered me until I came clean, insisting she wasn't busy (apparently the dinner host's stove broke, so they were cooking their meal at the next door neighbors and she was sitting idle). She can always make me laugh at myself. She makes me believe that everything will eventually work out. I love her.

I was telling her earlier that I finally figured out the source of my slavish adoration for jeff_nw--he reminds me of Judy. They talk in the same way, give me the same type of feedback, comfort and support. Huh. Makes perfect sense now.

Anyhow, tomorrow we trek to Bellevue and Todai to celebrate K's 10% goal. Also, there will be shopping. I really need to start working on my stupid user guide thingie, but holy christ do I not want to *whine*. Will start tomorrow night. I swear to fucking god. Can't wait for Monday night on this one.

it is time

I must reread SiP. Yes. Again.

It's funny, brabble (whoomfgisgoingtobehereinliketwelvedays!!!!) and I have read this so many times that I can vaguely refer to a half panel and she'll explain why I'm relating to it.

Me: I've been thinking of that my problem panel
Sarah: and you think buddylove
Me: oh shit, totally. that's why I was thinking of it

The art is so evocative that many single panels are starkly pressed into my memory. I can assign a panel to certain feelings--anguish, joy, rage, missssseeeeerrrry (oh speaking of, Dev, we need to call Andre for coffee and/or leg humping).

Watching Katchoo lose her shit reminds me of my temper (um, without the psychotic violence). Watching Francie stubbornly overreact to a perceived slight (though I largely tend to be hard to offend). Or be ridiculously girly about something ("I have khaki!").

And now the lovely devinluvsrussia is one of us, too. Six weeks to #66. *whine* Looks like the next one is Francie centered again, which will be a nice switch.

bee! be strooonnng

Judy called around 1 to say they'd just gotten home from their run and she was going to pick me up for our adventures today. So I said, "Yay! Ok, so you'll be here in 15-20?" And she laughed and said, "Um no. More like 45." WTF, over?

I was perplexed. She said that Jeanne still needed to shower, dress and apply her makeup carefully. Jeanne, by the way, is yet another one of our friends who we've seduced into moving to Seattle (hear that brabble? do you HEAR THAT?!??!).

It takes me 4 minutes to get dressed. 11 if a shower is involved. Huh.

Wtf even is there to do that takes 45 minutes? It's just lunch and shopping, not the fucking prom. Too funny.

Oooo she just called. They're en route. Whoop.

Off to Todai for more sushi than the human body can consume in one sitting. Or as their tagline says: The Mother of all Seafood Buffets. Mmmm shrimp. Must restrain self from wearing track pants with elastic band as is tacky and also the three inches these cargo pants have to spare should be sufficient.

ooops and ahhhhs

What I thought was supposed to be lunch turned out to be dinner. Todai apparently opened at 5pm for dinner, and the menu options are much more varied then. I hadn't eaten anything all day in anticipation. Oops. Was very hungry, but soon diverted by shopping insanity. We made it to Redmond Town Circle (?) It's an outdoor mall and very nice. I hadn't planned on buying anything, was mainly there for company. But somehow... all this shopping kept happening. I would walk into a store, and in 4 minutes find something I'd been needing, on sale, and available in the size and color of my choice. How? Why? What? No idea. Just grateful.

( Yay for Retail Therapy. )

Judy rules, in case I haven't mentioned it in the last five minutes. I love Trader Joes and introduced Judy to it a few months ago. We love their flowered tee-shirts. So Judy marched to the checkout counter yesterday and asked if she could buy one for me as a surprise. The guy told her no; they were employee only. But then seeing her disappointed puppydog look, whispered, "Aw, but hang on, I'll just snag you one from the back." It's black and long sleeved. I'm ecstatic! It's soooo cute.

Also got wonderful input on quilt and a solution. Still using the black, but going to do more normal sashing, versus the weird shit I was trying. Not thrilled to tear it apart, but will be worth it.

sheesh

No matter how small the shoebox, Hobbes is ever determined to wedge his butt into it.

He looks like a roosting pigeon.