cranky day at work, picked up the dog, picked up b., went home, on the way home saw half of mion driving home too. hard to miss that australian guy swearing at trucks in the convertible yellow 67 mustang (sally). so, of course we chased him home, sneaking around the block to catch up. for as long as i've known them, and mion has known bribecca, we've never been to each other's houses. there's a large circle of friends that tend to congregate downtown, at the center of the universe (aka grace's loft). but mion only lives about a mile from us. mion graciously extended a dinner invite, so we did our stuff (involving a trip to the center of the universe) and headed back north.

such a lovely dinner. at the lovely home of mion. mmm. lots of animated chatter about everything. and the other half of mion has lived in that house for 10 years - but she is well ahead of me on projects. i need to get busy ripping out walls and floors now. probably just do a little re-tiling before bed...

and now to the more dubious point (or rather the thought that continues to run through my head - if i were to be stuck on a desert island, there are things i'd need. more specifically, i'd need lotion. not little bits of lotion, plenty to keep this pale skin moisturized. some people wash their hands a lot, i put lotion on my hands a few times a day, and, well, the world is a better place afterwards.

i was going to say something else too, but the wine has taken it away to someone elses brain instead.

grace tells me i'm strange. usually it is timed with when she sees my IM screen name of the day. it used to change several times a day, but now that i have themes i am sticking to one a day.

last week's theme: municipal positions in small california towns, culminating in Rodeo Queen of Dew Drop, CA.

this week's theme is food twister. be careful where you have to put your foot!