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Severe tuit shortage reported. Should anyone have received my shipment of tuits, could they please forward it. Thank you.
I got everything done I absolutely need to get done for tomorrow (when is meeting for Lughnasadh). This means that I have made cake (which can either be frosted late tonight or tomorrow before I leave), transferred the meat from pre-marinade to marinade, and run myself severely negative on spoons.
The meat thing was fascinating, though. (I've heard enough people saying Set and Heru have similar tastes -- to the point of "I like whatever my brother likes" -- that I'm basically making Them near-identical dishes for Their birthday party. This is the necessary context.) I found myself with three onions, staring at them intensely to try to figure out which two were most close to exactly the same size. Thus, revelation: dealing with Heru and Set at the same time makes me neurotic.
I smell strongly of garlic and coriander, and have, sort of incidentally along the way, soaked myself in buttermilk. But that's all done; the next step is moving things around and doing the rest of the prep. (Which will be preparing all of the other dishes and baking those). And dealing with the cake.
It was an interesting edition of Cooking With Cat. "Arthur, stop polishing your nose on the cucumber." "Arthur, get out of the space rack." "Arthur . . . --" *pause to pick up white pepper jar and put it back* Why he wants into the spices I have no idea; it's not like we have catnip in there. He rummages in the spices, scatters them, and then flops contentedly in the wreckage. Fortunately, he hasn't opened any yet, and he only tried to climb further up the shelf once (it fell over, dissuading him from that notion).
I think I'm going to go see if I can reach level 56 with the elf now.
(. . . but a whimper.)
I got everything done I absolutely need to get done for tomorrow (when is meeting for Lughnasadh). This means that I have made cake (which can either be frosted late tonight or tomorrow before I leave), transferred the meat from pre-marinade to marinade, and run myself severely negative on spoons.
The meat thing was fascinating, though. (I've heard enough people saying Set and Heru have similar tastes -- to the point of "I like whatever my brother likes" -- that I'm basically making Them near-identical dishes for Their birthday party. This is the necessary context.) I found myself with three onions, staring at them intensely to try to figure out which two were most close to exactly the same size. Thus, revelation: dealing with Heru and Set at the same time makes me neurotic.
I smell strongly of garlic and coriander, and have, sort of incidentally along the way, soaked myself in buttermilk. But that's all done; the next step is moving things around and doing the rest of the prep. (Which will be preparing all of the other dishes and baking those). And dealing with the cake.
It was an interesting edition of Cooking With Cat. "Arthur, stop polishing your nose on the cucumber." "Arthur, get out of the space rack." "Arthur . . . --" *pause to pick up white pepper jar and put it back* Why he wants into the spices I have no idea; it's not like we have catnip in there. He rummages in the spices, scatters them, and then flops contentedly in the wreckage. Fortunately, he hasn't opened any yet, and he only tried to climb further up the shelf once (it fell over, dissuading him from that notion).
I think I'm going to go see if I can reach level 56 with the elf now.
(. . . but a whimper.)
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Well, there's your problem--he thinks there's space in there. ;-)
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Sounds extremely busy - let me know if I can help tomorrow, 'cause I can run back and forth between inside and outside if it's wanted and useful.
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However, I remain convinced that Brighid is the Goddess of Exceptionally High Expectations-- so while you may not be Awesome At Everything, she certainly expects you to *try.* Very glad my patron god is more laid-back than Lugh, or I'd probably explode trying to handle the workload between the two of 'em. ;)
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When should we put in an appearance? Do we have that much clue?
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Square Tuits are much less useful - that have to have their edges worn off to make them round.
(Sound it out. :)
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Every so often people would wander up and say, "Could you do something for me?"
"Well, that depends, could you do [task] for me?"
"Sure, when I get around to it."
*opens desk* *removes nice rounbd chunk of wood* *hands it to co-worker* "There you go."
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Totally out of the context of your life, I briefly wondered if this is some kind of euphemism. ;-)