AND NOW! Time for a photodocumentary of the first half of my weekend.
Last night, I told Homie that we needed to go out and do something entertaining and very stupid. Emphasis on the stupid. We totally succeeded. BINGO!We didn’t really know how to play bingo. I mean, we’d done it once or twice before, but not on such a giant scale. We sat down at a table near the back because the game was in progress. I couldn’t stop giggling, and it was all I could do to stay silent. I was too amused by my packs of various-colored bingo cards and my red dauber, which at $1 was a terrific bargain. I had to put my head down on the table for a while so I could stop laughing. Then Bertine asked the woman at our table for help, and she became our Bingo Sensei. Dude, who knew bingo could be so damn funny? We totally lost. But so did a lot of other people. I tried not to think about all the old women there by themselves, with their piles of good luck charms and daubers, each with their own personal carton of cigarettes. When we left, I had contracted emphysema and possibly lung cancer, but it was well worth the $20. fiddy
I wanted to play blackjack but got intimidated. I need a pro to remind me how to not look like a card-playin’ idiot. So Homie found us a couple nickel slots in the non-smoking area. That alone was a big win; within 20 minutes, we both cashed out with $50. We ended up spending about $10 apiece at the casino, because we had dinner. We left in hysterics. Score!! indoor gardening
Today was beautiful. I walked to the lake and had the worst pants-peeing scare of my life, because the restrooms aren’t open at Calhoun yet, and I’d rather piss myself than use the port-a-potties there. I almost got my wish, too. It was damn close. Afterwards, I went to Bachmans and got plants. It was really hard to not buy everything there. bulbs
I sent my mom a watch-em-grow garden thang a few weeks ago. She scared me really bad when she called me crying, because I had totally forgotten I had ordered it (that morning… I have a fantastic memory, as you know). So every few days, she calls me and tells me what’s newly blooming. Then I needed some spring bulbs, too. Those will be hyacinth, daffodils, and crocus. my easter box from scotty!!
You should see the grinnin’ fool I become when I find this on top of my mailbox, especially since I wasn’t expecting it til next week. I think the postal service gives us special treatment for being such loyal customers. [This and a bunch more camera photos have been posted recently here, by the way.] here’s what i got!!
NEW CATS!!! OK, no. That’s just the same old boring cats fighting for ownership of the box. I’m considering packing Cocoa up and shipping her right back to him. She loves puppies. For dinner. holy. crap.
He managed to find all this sugar-free candy. Even jelly beans! Everything in that basket is safe for me except the Peeps, which are a tradition (my mother would be so proud, as a very strong adherent of the Peeps legacy). Which reminds me: my mom, calling from gramma’s earlier today, told me she left an Easter basket for the other kids, and apologized that I couldn’t share it. MOM! LOOK!!! I think she doesn’t love me. Thankfully, someone does. And then… SEA MONKEYS. I almost died. But I’ll get back to that in a second. windchimes
When I unpacked these, I was amazed. See, I have this hook in my living room ceiling that’s been bothering me with its uselessness. I knew something was meant to go there, but I didn’t know what. Turns out this would be it. So the first thing I wondered when I saw them was if he had noticed that too, and was bothered by it. We do that frighteningly often: see something that needs doing, and come up with the same solution at the exact same time. It’s really funny to be interrupting each other with the same idea. Then he told me Storm picked them out for me. That’s so sweet it makes me want to cry. sea monkeys: part one
I’m totally documenting this process, because you know you love them and haven’t seen them since you were a kid. The first time I had them, I didn’t really know what they were; when I got an aquarium later and learned about brine shrimp being like popcorn for fish, I was a little bit sad. And so! Here is everything I need to create my own ocean wonderland. Step one was washing out the tank and reading the first page of the Sea Monkey Bible. There are a lot of pages in that book… I’ll have to take it in stages. Or see if I can get it in audio format. sea monkeys: part two
You will see that PACKET 1: WATER PURIFIER has gone missing. That is because I very carefully opened it and mixed it into the water. According to the Sea Monkey Bible, all the packets are vacuum-sealed, and extra care must be taken. Or else… SEA MONKEY HORROR will commence. So now I must allow my water to sit, untouched, for 24 hours before I can introduce my Sea Monkeys to their new home. They’re so impatient in that little vacuum-sealed pouch, I know it. But they’ll just have to wait. Be sure to return tomorrow to witness the miracle of birth. On Easter, no less. How’s that for poetic? Happy Easter! Love you, baby! The rest of you I have fond feelings for, even if you didn’t get me sugar-free candy. Jenni