Small happy things

Happinesses of the weekend:
- Bought three new shirts at the Gaia Garage sale for .25 each. Some of them even look good on, I hear.
- Got to cut niveus_tigris out of a too-small dress that he very cleverly tried on at said Garage Sale and subsequently could not get out of. Contributed $2.00 (which accounted for all the cash then in my pocket) to Gaia for the price of the dress and the privilege of cutting him out of it. It was a good day to be carrying a pair of scissors.
- On Saturday, triadruid, upon pulling an armload of warm towels from the dryer, came and hugged me with said armload of warm towels. That, children, is love.
- RfB did not suck, even though I had to present a budget that included nothing but the absolute essential things we had to have in order to keep Gaia Community running. Nobody cried. Not even me, and I thought I might do so while we were in process of making the budget. Still, we can pay all the essentials, and that's good!
- Sunday's ritual was accomplished with very little drama outside of that strictly required by the narrative of the ritual. It only sucked in some parts. And now, I am done with it, which makes me feel much better.
- Sunday evening, discovered that kittenpants does not care for the corn on the cob one gets at Chili's. She is more than happy to give me hers, which is good, since that is usually my favorite part of a Chili's meal.
- Also Sunday evening, triadruid and I acquired a bottle of Aberlour a'bunadh, which neither of us had tried before. I like it, even though it has the sherry flavor that I abhor in the Glenmorangie we had lately. For the record, it is a wonderful world that continues to provide me with single malt whiskys that I have not yet tried. We resolved to start taking notes on our whiskys now that we have graduated to the phase of whisky drinking where you can no longer remember what you have and have not drunk.
- And then, there's kittenpants' note from the Dragon*Con folks. Yay for being in the art show! We spent some quality tub-time brainstorming about paintings she could do and enter. This is always good times, because together she and I are much funnier than we are individually, and also because discussion of paintings generally leads to discussion of who among the friend set we might talk into posing sans pants. And really, who doesn't like that?

Small happy things

Happinesses of the weekend:
- Bought three new shirts at the Gaia Garage sale for .25 each. Some of them even look good on, I hear.
- Got to cut niveus_tigris out of a too-small dress that he very cleverly tried on at said Garage Sale and subsequently could not get out of. Contributed $2.00 (which accounted for all the cash then in my pocket) to Gaia for the price of the dress and the privilege of cutting him out of it. It was a good day to be carrying a pair of scissors.
- On Saturday, triadruid, upon pulling an armload of warm towels from the dryer, came and hugged me with said armload of warm towels. That, children, is love.
- RfB did not suck, even though I had to present a budget that included nothing but the absolute essential things we had to have in order to keep Gaia Community running. Nobody cried. Not even me, and I thought I might do so while we were in process of making the budget. Still, we can pay all the essentials, and that's good!
- Sunday's ritual was accomplished with very little drama outside of that strictly required by the narrative of the ritual. It only sucked in some parts. And now, I am done with it, which makes me feel much better.
- Sunday evening, discovered that kittenpants does not care for the corn on the cob one gets at Chili's. She is more than happy to give me hers, which is good, since that is usually my favorite part of a Chili's meal.
- Also Sunday evening, triadruid and I acquired a bottle of Aberlour a'bunadh, which neither of us had tried before. I like it, even though it has the sherry flavor that I abhor in the Glenmorangie we had lately. For the record, it is a wonderful world that continues to provide me with single malt whiskys that I have not yet tried. We resolved to start taking notes on our whiskys now that we have graduated to the phase of whisky drinking where you can no longer remember what you have and have not drunk.
- And then, there's kittenpants' note from the Dragon*Con folks. Yay for being in the art show! We spent some quality tub-time brainstorming about paintings she could do and enter. This is always good times, because together she and I are much funnier than we are individually, and also because discussion of paintings generally leads to discussion of who among the friend set we might talk into posing sans pants. And really, who doesn't like that?

Funny, that.

I was just walking down the street to pick up something for lunch, when I passed by the window of a local florist's shop, and saw a big tabby cat curled up asleep in their front window. I immediately decided that if I needed flowers locally, I would give them a try.

Now, all the advertising and sales calls and whatnot in the world are highly unlikely to make me want to buy from anyone in particular. But the presence of a shop pet? That seems to do the trick immediately. *shrug*

Funny, that.

I was just walking down the street to pick up something for lunch, when I passed by the window of a local florist's shop, and saw a big tabby cat curled up asleep in their front window. I immediately decided that if I needed flowers locally, I would give them a try.

Now, all the advertising and sales calls and whatnot in the world are highly unlikely to make me want to buy from anyone in particular. But the presence of a shop pet? That seems to do the trick immediately. *shrug*