great moments in friendship

Me: I realized yesterday that my tendency to startle easily may have childhood roots!
Jeff: Oh?

Me: When I was a baby in Pakistan, there was a war and there would be bombs going off 'n shit. So I think it's some post-traumatic stress reaction!
Jeff: And this is why you shriek so much, right? Because you imagine people need to be able to hear you over the din of bombs going off.

Me: Shut up! I need compassion and sympathy.
Jeff: (without missing a beat) Oh, I feel sorry for you all the time.

Me: Oooo, I haaaaaaaate you! *punching and smacking*
Jeff: Hee! The truth about our friendship. Based on pity and hatred!

the fates speak, but i disregard

I had just checked my e-mail and noted that Lisa, this lovely woman I met at Julie's party, sent me the Salmon Pate recipe I'd requested from her (it was spectacular). I glanced up and noted the current Gmail RSS feed. The title? "Reasons to not eat salmon - FishingHurts.com"

for want of a stud

So today I actually tried out the drill and it was a lot less terrifying than I'd thought it would be. Also, less powerful. I had this mental image that I would put the tip against the wall, press the trigger, and would be in danger of puncturing straight through to the outside world. Not so. I applied pressure, a little hole finally appeared, I put the screw in, drilled it the rest of the way in.

The first set worked so beautifully, I called Jeff and left a jabbery, ecstatic voicemail.

The second set was a little less tight, the third set was wobbly and has now fallen out. I think I need those drywall anchor-thingummies. Which is sad, because I thought I would be able to put up the damn curtains tonight. But tomorrow I'll hit Fred Meyer on my way home and hopefully that'll take care of it.

It was still weirdly exciting. I also finally hauled in my new stepladder from the car. RAWR.

Hee. I drilled!! I mean, it's netted me nothing so far, but I did it!!

Come on, people. GROUP HUG!!! Dogpile on Hobbsie!!!