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(Mouse. It's called a mouse. Though on this thing, it's a pad and a button. Not mouse-like at all. But in the current parlance, a mouse it is.)
Had a craving both for meaty-stewy-type-things, as found at Shannon Pub, and also, oddly, for a particular panini (comprised of bacon, apples, and cheddar, panini-pressed between wheat bread) found at a local semi-posh wine bar joint. Z, uninformed of these cravings, independently came up with a desire to go to the wine bar (Brodo, for the local curious), and I decided it was fate, and went there with him.
Only to discover lamb stew on their menu.
So, a perfect dinner. And since I ordered the panini as well, we were both too full to eat much of our entrees, which means we did not reach the dreaded "enough to save?" tipping point. (We both have a habit of cleaning our plates, which means it comes hard to leave anything, which means when there's not enough to save but too much to throw out, we both often wind up stuffed and rolling painfully out the door.) So we had a little of everything, and are both blissfully sated at the moment.
Discussed roller derby.( roller derby blah blah do I talk about anything else? )
So we talked about that.
At work they've just given us new uniform shirts-- royal blue instead of white. It's sort of weird and wrong that this makes me feel like I have a different job now, and has made me act different at work. But there it is, and I don't know what else to say about it.
I am really itching to go part-time again. Let me get my healthcare stuff squared away, and I so totally will. Maybe this summer Fiona and I will start that bra company. I don't know yet. Some changes need to happen, though-- I'm not freaking out about my life anymore, but I'm a lot calmer and more clear-eyed in my need for change, is all that really means.
Also I need a new wardrobe and to do my taxes and start my IRA and investments, so let me do those too before I change my work situation. Although, days like today-- I made $30 today. Losing Saturdays off my work week would not impact my financial situation very much at all, no it wouldn't.
(Mouse. It's called a mouse. Though on this thing, it's a pad and a button. Not mouse-like at all. But in the current parlance, a mouse it is.)
Had a craving both for meaty-stewy-type-things, as found at Shannon Pub, and also, oddly, for a particular panini (comprised of bacon, apples, and cheddar, panini-pressed between wheat bread) found at a local semi-posh wine bar joint. Z, uninformed of these cravings, independently came up with a desire to go to the wine bar (Brodo, for the local curious), and I decided it was fate, and went there with him.
Only to discover lamb stew on their menu.
So, a perfect dinner. And since I ordered the panini as well, we were both too full to eat much of our entrees, which means we did not reach the dreaded "enough to save?" tipping point. (We both have a habit of cleaning our plates, which means it comes hard to leave anything, which means when there's not enough to save but too much to throw out, we both often wind up stuffed and rolling painfully out the door.) So we had a little of everything, and are both blissfully sated at the moment.
Discussed roller derby.( roller derby blah blah do I talk about anything else? )
So we talked about that.
At work they've just given us new uniform shirts-- royal blue instead of white. It's sort of weird and wrong that this makes me feel like I have a different job now, and has made me act different at work. But there it is, and I don't know what else to say about it.
I am really itching to go part-time again. Let me get my healthcare stuff squared away, and I so totally will. Maybe this summer Fiona and I will start that bra company. I don't know yet. Some changes need to happen, though-- I'm not freaking out about my life anymore, but I'm a lot calmer and more clear-eyed in my need for change, is all that really means.
Also I need a new wardrobe and to do my taxes and start my IRA and investments, so let me do those too before I change my work situation. Although, days like today-- I made $30 today. Losing Saturdays off my work week would not impact my financial situation very much at all, no it wouldn't.
