Of Greeks and Chinamen
I got a surprise visit from Nektario and Markdon on Monday. Their third musketteer, The Tsu-man, had just made plans to go to the Vancouver Auto Show so he couldn’t make the joyride south. The boys wanted mp3 players and sugar. Two new things I learned that day:
- The true meaning of Greek Style. A conversation with these two is never dull!
- Applying portion control to Mexican does not make it a good pre-game meal.
IHOV update: Monday night cemented my decision not to go back to church ball. Rupinder and I got stuck in the All-Samoa team and were promptly ignored on the court. Even GrandPapa Freaking Smurf got sets before we did! (Needless to say, I defected to Mother Russia’s team after that game.)
Also, SassyChicklet got taken down by Big Boi of the ‘Fro Duo on yet another one of his failed attempts at landing a hit properly. (Oddly enough, the other one looks just like Andre 3000. I am going to start calling them Outkast from now on.) He didn’t even apologize, help her up or ask if she was ok. Rude!
This week’s epiphany: I am indeed a clotheshorse. I devoted two evenings to folding, hanging and organizing the four loads of clothes from the last two weeks alone. I guess it’s not good that I picked up two new pairs of jeans when the RodentPrincess and I went jean shopping. Ay!
The Hag gave another great demonstration of her ineptness and it has now become a one-liner around the building. "There are unusual icons on your desktop." I’m too disgusted at her stupidity to tell the story.
Today is the first day this year that the temps have gone above 70. To celebrate, I dusted off my hot pink Bebe ankle strap stilettos. (What? New jeans need hot shoes!) And since I’m craving a strawberry fruit ice bar, I might just give in to it when I go for a walk this afternoon. Ummm…Yeah… portion control is out the window this weekend. I just know Eddie Baby is cooking up a storm for Easter Dinner. I am powerless to resist.
