crescent roll day

this year i was invited to thanksgiving at someone's house.  'great', i thought.  'no stress, i don't have to cook.'


except as it turns out, that someone's house happens to be in Iowa.  so i'm replacing the stress of 'gee, is the green bean casserole done?' with 'hey, we're flying a tiny Buddy Holly-killing plane into the frozen tundra'.  don't get me wrong, i'm excited because i've never been to the midwest and my only frame of reference for Iowa is Footloose mixed with the accent from Fargo.

[i know for a fact the minute i hear someone say 'oh yah!' or 'you betcha' i will lose my shit.  not good when Meeting The Family.]

but i will be much happier once i'm standing on the ground in Des Moines.  happier, and most likely drunk.  did you know that it's not illegal to take alcohol in your carry-on? oh hello, 3 ounce bottles of Bombay Sapphire.

may everyone travel safely and have plenty of crescent rolls.

lab astronaut

my boss just paid me ten dollars to make her chocolate chip cookies.  i think i like this new responsibility.




(they were very tasty.)

yes

dean martin & shirley maclaine

ciao

on this lovely afternoon i am skipping out of work to look at a new apartment.  the thought of moving isn't terribly thrilling, but it might be nice for a change of scenery.  and being a block from rudyard's wouldn't be bad.

my morning commute, in smells

rye toast, car exhaust, cut grass, elephant manure*, skunk, stagnant water, cut grass, cigarettes, cheap cologne, chemicals, gasoline, bacterial broth, coffee.



*although i am prone to exaggeration, this is actually true; i park at the zoo and the back of the elephant pens are right along the sidewalk towards the med center. can't see them but sometimes i hear them.

victory

not bad, n'est pas?

i got high fives, an 'outstanding' from buck, and a set of martini glasses for winning Most Creative in the mcelroy's costume contest. credit is really due to sean, though, for making the flag and ears for me at the last minute.

and sing songs by diana ross

a letter to sid vicious after he was arrested for killing his girlfriend, found here.