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dragonlady7I just bought the Peanuts Christmas album off the iTunes music store, but the glorious part of it is that I used Z's credit card to do so. NA HA HA. (He was present, at the time.)
So I feel kinda like a dick, because I was whining yesterday about how nobody leaves me any comments on HASA, and I went and was poking around in there updating some stuff and discovered that two weeks ago I received not one but three comments, and I just never noticed. Now that I've responded to them I'm getting notification emails, but one was dated Nov 27 and the other Nov 26, and I only just got the notifications, so I'm not really sure how that's supposed to work.
I'm still confused, but also a bit abashed: so much for being a whiner.
The commenters also had both remarked on things I was really excited they noticed (one compared my characterization of Minas Tirith in a comment by Eowyn to her own feelings about New York City and I was like exactly!! OMG that's totally what I meant ELEVENTY). It's always nice to have someone pick up on something you hadn't really thought anyone would notice.
Also, last night we drank the rest of a big bottle of chardonnay that was in the fridge, and so, armed with three glasses each of wine, we sat down to put my Recipe Book Opus into Indesign, the page layout program. It was more successful than it usually is when Z and I try to collaborate; I think alcohol should lubricate all our future attempts. I wasn't very drunk, really, but Z had added Rigas Black Balsam to his last glass of wine, for "a different flavor", and that shit is like 100 proof, so he was, well, let's just say his nose was pretty red. So, that went well, and I have a lovely 28-page document that I just have to adjust the formatting on, and into which I should probably put a few more recipes while I'm thinking of it. (Duh, you can't put in cookies that need to be frosted and not include the recipe for the frosting.)
Then we went out to the local soda fountain / ice cream parlor and discovered that Condrell's makes sundaes to go. Which made our night. We got a Snickerlicious double-scoop sundae and brought it home and passed a very agreeable indeed half-hour at the kitchen table with a styrofoam thingie of ice cream and joy.
But he has to stay late at work tonight, boo, and I don't have the car so i can't think of anything to make for dinner except maybe spaghetti... I suppose I could attempt to bake something...
But first-- more present-wrapping and other considerations.
So I feel kinda like a dick, because I was whining yesterday about how nobody leaves me any comments on HASA, and I went and was poking around in there updating some stuff and discovered that two weeks ago I received not one but three comments, and I just never noticed. Now that I've responded to them I'm getting notification emails, but one was dated Nov 27 and the other Nov 26, and I only just got the notifications, so I'm not really sure how that's supposed to work.
I'm still confused, but also a bit abashed: so much for being a whiner.
The commenters also had both remarked on things I was really excited they noticed (one compared my characterization of Minas Tirith in a comment by Eowyn to her own feelings about New York City and I was like exactly!! OMG that's totally what I meant ELEVENTY). It's always nice to have someone pick up on something you hadn't really thought anyone would notice.
Also, last night we drank the rest of a big bottle of chardonnay that was in the fridge, and so, armed with three glasses each of wine, we sat down to put my Recipe Book Opus into Indesign, the page layout program. It was more successful than it usually is when Z and I try to collaborate; I think alcohol should lubricate all our future attempts. I wasn't very drunk, really, but Z had added Rigas Black Balsam to his last glass of wine, for "a different flavor", and that shit is like 100 proof, so he was, well, let's just say his nose was pretty red. So, that went well, and I have a lovely 28-page document that I just have to adjust the formatting on, and into which I should probably put a few more recipes while I'm thinking of it. (Duh, you can't put in cookies that need to be frosted and not include the recipe for the frosting.)
Then we went out to the local soda fountain / ice cream parlor and discovered that Condrell's makes sundaes to go. Which made our night. We got a Snickerlicious double-scoop sundae and brought it home and passed a very agreeable indeed half-hour at the kitchen table with a styrofoam thingie of ice cream and joy.
But he has to stay late at work tonight, boo, and I don't have the car so i can't think of anything to make for dinner except maybe spaghetti... I suppose I could attempt to bake something...
But first-- more present-wrapping and other considerations.
