I was standing under the shower, trying (in vain) to drown out the sound of the screaming children around me, when one of them flung my shower curtain open to stare inside. What part of the closed shower curtain and running shower caused her to think my shower stall might be unoccupied, I don't know.

Six months ago, I think I would've cowered a bit. Instead, I stared back at her, soapy scrubbie in one hand and bottle of conditioner in the other, and said, "Obviously, this one's taken."

Embarrassed, she tiptoed back out of the shower stall and closed the curtain behind her, then whispered an apology.

Just a note to mention that I'm not dead. I'm in the middle of a massive set of dragon*con-related projects, and right now I have nothing funny or insightful to say about them, or pretty much anything about my life in general.

When I come up for air, posting will resume.

It's either going to be the laughter, the narcoleptic dog, or the broken toilet cover. I don't know which, but I'm leaning toward making it all three. I didn't know her well, but somehow, I think she'd find the combination appropriate.Her name was Duffie. I met her once.

The progression was thus: Jeff invoked spousal rights, thus ensuring I went to his ten-year high school reunion, which I was absolutely certain I would hate. As luck, fate, and reunions would have it, we sat at the table with Samantha, one of Jeff's closer high school friends. As we sat at the back table, merrily snarking our way through the dinner, Jeff and Samantha flipped through the pages of the book to find out what had happened to everyone else.

An evil little yarn from artfibers.com:

Sanskrit.

I'd just like to note that I do not need this yarn. That fact does not, however, prevent me from lusting after it.

I quote:

Perhaps the three-thousandth iteration of this lesson will be the one that sticks: "Amy, you have to keep your calorie count up around 1600 or you will not be able to do your workouts." But who are we kidding? Right now I'm terribly repentant; I know I haven't eaten enough in the past couple of days, and I'm currently promising myself that I'll be more careful about what I eat and make sure that I get enough calories to get me through each day.

I knew I'd officially been gone from home too long when this conversation transpired:

Amy: [snip] costume research while chicken cooks. hi.

Brian: hi

Brian: I am also cooking chicken

Amy: the stuff you had in the fridge?

Brian: yep