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06.22.05 Just got back from an Oregon Literacy volunteer appreciation open house. Got appreciated. Ate a piece of crypto-strawberry short cake. Okay, technically it was a strawberry sheet cake--but if you try to say that quickly--oooo, bad things. Got my gift; a pink zinnia. The label reads, "Pink Daydream zinnia." The flower is a mix between pink and coral, and is lovely. Guess I'll be slogging around the garden, looking for a good place to put an annual. StepPater got back from Nihon yesterday. Get this; he went from the airport, to Costco, and then to his restaurant. He got back to the house around 8-ish. Dragging would be a good way to describe his demeanour. He brought airport presents; three tea towels each with a different denomination yen note emblazoned, and a pair of silk toe-socks. Now, I've seen toe-socks before, but never as classy as silk ones. They're an understated, banker's grey. No one would know that the wearer's toes were doing a fandago inside one's oh-so-appropriate wingtips. *grin* It's all about subverting the mundanes, neh? I went bazoodies at the library yesterday. Everything from trashy romance novels to Dan Gioia's Can Poetry Matter? That's me in a nutshell, from high-falutin' stuff to wallowing in the mud. Yippee! Devoured a particularly trashy romance novel last night. Couldn't help myself, it was all about an alpha-male, kilt-wearing, Renaissance-era Scot displaced into the 21st century. I have a sick weakness for kilts. I think it's a race memory, or something. But a fantasy male, kilt-clad, and a sexy beast to boot? Oooooo. I am a shallow, shallow creature. Yay. Time to go pick and eat some strawberries. The season's so short, and the berries are so decadent. I feel like the wealthiest woman on my block. Strawberries to savour, a pile of books to read, and kilted Scotsmen burr-ing through my imagination. What more could a girl want? Emerald earrings. One of these days I'm going to get those emeralds, oh yes I shall. But you, go be fabulous. Because y'are, and anyone who says differently shall be firebombed. Back one. ||||| Forward one.
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