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Jun. 22nd, 2003 12:22 pmBoy I called that one. I was fretting to the point where I was practically sweating blood. My husband is a saint for putting up with me. And after it all, things went fine. That's when I remember why I took on this job. :) We graduated 3 Dedicants and knocked out the schedule for the rest of the year. I've been spending the morning updating our Yahoo site's calendar and some other minor grove housecleaning. Between calls, that is- yes, I'm at work. Not with all that much of a smile on my face, I fear.
The stupid hairball governor signed the insurance changes bill unchanged. So my insurance payment goes up about $225 effective September. Those cocksuckers. *sigh*
One of our graduates is an excellent baker. For the pot luck after the ritual (for which I usually buy a loaf of HEB french bread and slather it with garlic margarine) she brought home made eclairs. Sweet Jesu. They were really amazingly good.
For cakes, we had lemon poppy-seed muffins, also from HEB. There were leftovers so I grabbed one to eat on the way to work. Because I am a masochist, I looked at the ingredients. 11 grams of fat per serving. Serving size? One third of a muffin. Fuck!
I am so glad the hot tub is working. I had a nice loooooong soak after the ritual. I was so wiped out. Then I crawled into bed, and woke up with hub curled around me. You know, aside from work/financial bilge, life is just fucking beautiful.
Did I mention the chocolate? The Callebaut bittersweet tasted like extremely good dark chocolate. On the other hand, the Valrhona Noir Amer tasted like... well, something else. It was fruity and intense... but only vaguely like the chocolate I'm used to tasting. They're like my children- I love them both equally, but for different reasons. :)
Oh, and Gordon says my crest makes me look like a Klingon. Rar!
The stupid hairball governor signed the insurance changes bill unchanged. So my insurance payment goes up about $225 effective September. Those cocksuckers. *sigh*
One of our graduates is an excellent baker. For the pot luck after the ritual (for which I usually buy a loaf of HEB french bread and slather it with garlic margarine) she brought home made eclairs. Sweet Jesu. They were really amazingly good.
For cakes, we had lemon poppy-seed muffins, also from HEB. There were leftovers so I grabbed one to eat on the way to work. Because I am a masochist, I looked at the ingredients. 11 grams of fat per serving. Serving size? One third of a muffin. Fuck!
I am so glad the hot tub is working. I had a nice loooooong soak after the ritual. I was so wiped out. Then I crawled into bed, and woke up with hub curled around me. You know, aside from work/financial bilge, life is just fucking beautiful.
Did I mention the chocolate? The Callebaut bittersweet tasted like extremely good dark chocolate. On the other hand, the Valrhona Noir Amer tasted like... well, something else. It was fruity and intense... but only vaguely like the chocolate I'm used to tasting. They're like my children- I love them both equally, but for different reasons. :)
Oh, and Gordon says my crest makes me look like a Klingon. Rar!
