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I discovered last night the one perfect food I would choose to get fat on, get sick from eating constantly, spend entire paychecks on, or… consume solely for the rest of my life. Ben and Jerry’s Vermonty Python. Oh. My. Goodness. I would compare the experience to sex, if I’d had it. Suffice it to say it is the height of perfection for ice cream. For food in general, really. “Coffee liqueur ice cream with chocolate cookie crumb swirl and fudge cows.” I know the little carton says that there are four servings in there, but that is soooooo not happening. I made myself put it away before turning the carton into one serving, because I thought that might actually make me sick, and it was one a.m. and that didn’t sound fun.
Last night was spent painting. I painted the closet a lovely pale lavendary-pink color (turns out that Semi-Gloss was the right choice for finish, since it now feels super-clean and will wipe down nicely, and since it was so incredibly gross in there, I now feel comfortable putting my clothes in there, or, at least, will when I’m finished). The bottom part needs a second coat - it’s hard to tell if you’re getting good coverage since lighting is an issue. The trim is getting done in a darker grey-lavendar color, and I think I’m going to end up painting the ceiling that color too. The shelf is going to be painted the darker color as well, but it is incredibly disgusting (I removed it from the closet) and needs some serious cleaning first.
I also got motivated and started doing the edging with primer. It’s a freaking huge room, I realized. I think it took me almost two hours to do just the edging, and I didn’t do the ceiling part or on top of the doors (I was avoiding ladder work). This could take a long time. And a lot of paint. Glad I decided to use primer, though, because there’s no way one gallon of yellow paint would have covered otherwise. I may still need to buy a second gallon - we’ll see.
That’s it. That’s all I did. Well, I talked to
for a while before she had to go to bed and get some sleep. She’s going to bed at 9 these days, so tired - her body’s kinda busy, creating new life and all, and so it’s understandable. She’s enjoying morning sickness now (OK, enjoying isn’t exactly the right word). It was good to know that she was just as surprised as I was by
’s plans to move up here. Seems she’s even been looking for houses. This, of course, means she’s turning more into her mother (since moving to Minnesota seems like a fairly impulsive idea, even if it takes her several months for it to come to fruition), which does not bode well for me in the future.
Tonight, Wine Kelly is going to make an appearance. And then she will be driven home, placed in bed, and sleep for as long as she wants to. I took Friday off work so painting can be done, so it all works out quite nicely, I think.
It’s Administrative Professional Day (or whatever PC term we’re using), so there are treats outside my cube, which of course means there are co-workers standing outside of it talking (for the last hour), and I’ve been berated twice for not partaking. I don’t really enjoy standing around listening to other people’s conversations feeling awkward - I’d rather sit in my cube and listen to their conversations and type on my computer. Whatever. Yes, I realize it’s a bit antisocial, but since the person who brought in all the treats and gave me a gift isn’t even here, I don’t feel all that bad about not openly partaking. There is a Boston Creme doughnut with my name on it though. It’s calling out.
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and
, whom I’m sure I overwhelmed with my giddiness. Half an hour later….
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