Today my husband has a birthday. He keeps complaining that he is now old, which makes me bristle, as we are now the same age. Again.
Anyway, so this morning I made him a breakfast of scrambled eggs with some soft cheese (we're not entirely sure what kind it is--the label is very mysterious), some Morningstar sausage, and some cottage cheese topped with chunks of mango. I couldn't convince him to have coffee or tea; he insisted on Mexican Coca-Cola. I had espresso.
After breakfast, I gave him his present, and we proceeded to slice up potatoes and onions and a tomato with glee.
I have no idea what we're going to do later. Maybe dinner, maybe a movie. He is currently playing a video game. I think I will go look up movie times.
I have a new conspiracy theory I just made up. I am very irritated with Ted right now, and so I have asked myself, "Why would he pick Barack over Hillary?"
1. Ted Kennedy is a senator from Massachusetts (this is obvious, but Ric felt it needed to be stated).
2. Mitt Romney is a former governor of Massachusetts.
3. As the leader of Massachusetts, Mitt Romney was privy to the state's secrets.
4. He has read the classified Chappaquiddick file.
5. Conclusion? Blackmail!
6. Result? Mitt Romney/his campaign is holding this over Ted Kennedy's head, causing him to throw everyone off by endorsing Barack Obama instead of the obvious and better choice, Hillary Clinton.
No, I do not really believe this. That's why it's a conspiracy theory. A vast, right-wing conspiracy theory. ;)
Working on a new layout. Complete overhaul in format both internally and externally (code AND appearance...hopefully).
I got all my new dancewear and spent two afternoons sewing ribbons and elastics and am still not quite done. I got: new ballet slippers, new pointe shoes, lamb's wool to stuff in said pointe shoes, toe spacers to put between toes in the pointe shoes, a stitch kit to sew the pointe shoes and store in my dance bag for repairs, pink ribbons, pink elastic, pink convertible tights, a nude body tight, black convertible tights, and...uh...maybe that was it. :D I am so glad I got three gift certificates for the dancewear store (I still paid about $45 out of pocket on top of them for all the stuff I got). OH, I remember. I also got "foot undeez", which are the barest of bare jazz/modern/lyrical shoes. They look like little underpants covering the balls of the feet. My instructor is not overly fond of them, and honestly, after using them a couple of times, I can totally understand why. Better than doing turns barefoot, yet not as good as doing things in traditional jazz shoes. But they look cute. :D
I think I mentioned my Wreck This Journal. I have been wrecking it for about a week now and it is FAT with wreckedness. Yes, I just made up a new word. I have ripped it up, put a page thru the washing machine and taped back in, drawn tons of tiny circles, made my own page numbers, put 'sticky things' like nail polish and beverages on a page, stuck pins and cords in it, tested art supplies, taped in some pocket lint (!! it asks you to!), added stickers from fruit, stamps from the mail (but only one--since I got it, I have only received two pieces of mail with actual stamps on them, and one was a precious post card, so it didn't make it into the book), spilled wine, port, and tea all over it, burned pages, chewed on pages, cracked the spine, added hidden messages, shopping lists taped in with the tape I used to tape up my toes for dance class, glued in scraps of dance shoe boxes, threads, and elastics, along with stickers from the bottoms of pristine shoes...it has been soooo fun. I still have to drop it from a high place, take it into the shower with me, trace the contents of my purse overlappingly, throw things dipped in paint at the bull's eye page, cover a page using only office supplies, rub a page with dirt, sew a page, and basically destroy it so much that it has to be held together with rubber bands and/or string.
