p is for party

Guacamole is made. A little sharp on the garlic, but I'm hoping that will mellow when eaten with chips.

Jeff called this morning to ask for a ride out to Everett, and after faking him out briefly (muhahahahahaaaaa) I gleefully agreed. The weather is not conducive for a long drive. The weather is conducive to staying in one's pajamas and drinking cocoa and reading. But I think it's good for me to get out.

Today has been great, though. Stayed in bed all morning with Y: The Last Man. I bought the last two available books (*whine*) and plowed through them, only stopping to feed the life-support system for a stomach that is Hobbsie. Sheesh. Then I ran to the store for supplies, bought some random groceries, too. And then came back to watch saved episodes of Without a Trace and House. And then, worn out from the morning's activities, I took a lovely nap with my lovely cat. It was.... well, lovely.

Then I got up, made some guac, watched more tv, and got dressed. I decided to wear the zip-up vesty thing that Ellie got me for my birthday that I never wear because it makes me feel like not me. But I don't feel like being so ultra casual tonight.

Anyhow, off to pick up the muscle-y, man-ly, utterly un-cute creature that is Jeff.