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Aug. 10th, 2005 12:47 amI must say that there were many things over my vacation that I found to absolutely adorable.
When I first saw her, and she first saw me, in the arrivals line, and she shook her head and ran behind a pillar, I was lost.
I should have worn denim.
So then we rented the car, and saw the weird little glow-in-the-dark pull tab. I'm gonna have to get a picture of it one day.
The most adorable thing, though, of all the adorable things she did, was when I fried chicken and mashed potatoes (mashed being a verb in this case and not simply something else that I fried) and made gravy. I lucked out completely in that regard--the last three or four times I did this meal thing, I managed to screw something or other up, but for her it came out perfect--and the gravy was so good that she became afraid to eat it, for fear of totally blowing her diet. And I, sinner that I am, kept tempting her with bites of it till she ran away.
She ACTUALLY HID HER HEAD UNDER THE BLANKET to escape the gravy!
Terribly adorable.
And I still managed to talk her out and feed her a spoonful of potatoes and gravy.
We never did go to the beach. We missed court on the first day, and then when we went back I got told that my probation would most likely wind up taking at least seven years to get rid of (something about bad luck in there? Was Dale a mirror?), which is of course yet another thing that no one told me when they were offering me this deal--about how I would have to wind up taking at least half before I could get off. I would have done the trial.
But then again, who's to say where I would be now had I done that then? Would I have had the greatest week ever? Maybe not. Would I be the New Home of the WFLB? Hard to say.
So here is where I am, and parts of it are annoying, like so much of life can be, sometimes, and yet there is a great and wondrous new part of it. I never thought when I first started liking her that things would pan out the way they have.
Some things have ended, and some things have begun, and here I am, just digging it.
I tried to channel the Muse today--got a song, and somee posts out, but no fiction like I was hoping for. Tomorrow we try again, and maybe even shoot for some art.
When I first saw her, and she first saw me, in the arrivals line, and she shook her head and ran behind a pillar, I was lost.
I should have worn denim.
So then we rented the car, and saw the weird little glow-in-the-dark pull tab. I'm gonna have to get a picture of it one day.
The most adorable thing, though, of all the adorable things she did, was when I fried chicken and mashed potatoes (mashed being a verb in this case and not simply something else that I fried) and made gravy. I lucked out completely in that regard--the last three or four times I did this meal thing, I managed to screw something or other up, but for her it came out perfect--and the gravy was so good that she became afraid to eat it, for fear of totally blowing her diet. And I, sinner that I am, kept tempting her with bites of it till she ran away.
She ACTUALLY HID HER HEAD UNDER THE BLANKET to escape the gravy!
Terribly adorable.
And I still managed to talk her out and feed her a spoonful of potatoes and gravy.
We never did go to the beach. We missed court on the first day, and then when we went back I got told that my probation would most likely wind up taking at least seven years to get rid of (something about bad luck in there? Was Dale a mirror?), which is of course yet another thing that no one told me when they were offering me this deal--about how I would have to wind up taking at least half before I could get off. I would have done the trial.
But then again, who's to say where I would be now had I done that then? Would I have had the greatest week ever? Maybe not. Would I be the New Home of the WFLB? Hard to say.
So here is where I am, and parts of it are annoying, like so much of life can be, sometimes, and yet there is a great and wondrous new part of it. I never thought when I first started liking her that things would pan out the way they have.
Some things have ended, and some things have begun, and here I am, just digging it.
I tried to channel the Muse today--got a song, and somee posts out, but no fiction like I was hoping for. Tomorrow we try again, and maybe even shoot for some art.
