ow my butt
Dec. 16th, 2004 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7So I finished Katy's Xmas present. It was not easy. It was hard. It took forever.
I didn't get to take a nap or write smut, which is just too bad.
I am very sleepy now.
I came home to make piparkukas. Dave had finished cleaning the kitchen and it's beautiful. Unfortunately the living room was cleaned by taking all my stuff and putting it in my room. Combining that with the aftermath of my frantic search for my passport (all the boxes neatly filed under bed and desk are in middle of floor, dumped over) means that one cannot move in my room. Except to leap over the junk and get into the bed. Which has been my main mode of getting around for weeks now, and it's only worse now.
There were three empty cardboard boxes left in the living room. "Put those in the attic," I said, "because that's where I've put every other empty cardboard box."
Dave seemed bewildered and annoyed by this, so I grabbed the third one and followed him up the attic stairs. "Just put them anywhere," I said, flung mine over the edge of the stairwell, and turned to go back down the steps. Dave wandered into the attic, looking for a suitable spot. Whatever. I took a step and missed my footing on the slippery stairs in my slippery socks, and shrieked, and tried to catch myself, and fell down the stairs.
So yeah. I've bruised the hell out of both elbows and one butt cheek, so that I can't really sit. Also, I thwacked my heel pretty hard against the stairs.
But yes. I live in a one-storey house and fell down the stairs anyway. That's going to be fun to explain.
But then, we made piparkukas, once my dizziness subsided, and I forgot to mention this last, very Dave element of piparkukas: the eccentric cookie cutters.
Dave bought fruit-shaped ones originally because he couldn't find anything else in the store. I then inherited my grandmother's entire collection, which includes such fabulous ones as a Snoopy as Joe Cool with a word bubble saying "hey there sweetie" or some such; a goiterous lion, a sharp-tailed duck, a stubby gingerbread man, a little Scottie dog, a hand-shaped-turkey, and many more. (Some, we don't know what they are.) Grandma later, for Christmas, bought me some lovely, actual Christmas, reasonable-shaped ones, so we can throw those into the mix. And then Ann for my birthday got me the best ones of all:
Dinosaur-shaped cookie cutters.
Yes.
So, who wants dinosaurs and fruit for the holidays? :D
I didn't get to take a nap or write smut, which is just too bad.
I am very sleepy now.
I came home to make piparkukas. Dave had finished cleaning the kitchen and it's beautiful. Unfortunately the living room was cleaned by taking all my stuff and putting it in my room. Combining that with the aftermath of my frantic search for my passport (all the boxes neatly filed under bed and desk are in middle of floor, dumped over) means that one cannot move in my room. Except to leap over the junk and get into the bed. Which has been my main mode of getting around for weeks now, and it's only worse now.
There were three empty cardboard boxes left in the living room. "Put those in the attic," I said, "because that's where I've put every other empty cardboard box."
Dave seemed bewildered and annoyed by this, so I grabbed the third one and followed him up the attic stairs. "Just put them anywhere," I said, flung mine over the edge of the stairwell, and turned to go back down the steps. Dave wandered into the attic, looking for a suitable spot. Whatever. I took a step and missed my footing on the slippery stairs in my slippery socks, and shrieked, and tried to catch myself, and fell down the stairs.
So yeah. I've bruised the hell out of both elbows and one butt cheek, so that I can't really sit. Also, I thwacked my heel pretty hard against the stairs.
But yes. I live in a one-storey house and fell down the stairs anyway. That's going to be fun to explain.
But then, we made piparkukas, once my dizziness subsided, and I forgot to mention this last, very Dave element of piparkukas: the eccentric cookie cutters.
Dave bought fruit-shaped ones originally because he couldn't find anything else in the store. I then inherited my grandmother's entire collection, which includes such fabulous ones as a Snoopy as Joe Cool with a word bubble saying "hey there sweetie" or some such; a goiterous lion, a sharp-tailed duck, a stubby gingerbread man, a little Scottie dog, a hand-shaped-turkey, and many more. (Some, we don't know what they are.) Grandma later, for Christmas, bought me some lovely, actual Christmas, reasonable-shaped ones, so we can throw those into the mix. And then Ann for my birthday got me the best ones of all:
Dinosaur-shaped cookie cutters.
Yes.
So, who wants dinosaurs and fruit for the holidays? :D
