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Today is odd.
Amy worked this morning, which was fine. I ended up working some on my impending projects but not enough to get much accomplished. I think my brain needs some r&r. I may give it some tonight. I may drink myself to a stupor.
Alone.
See, Amy's got this lady cooking party tonight with some women from her church. She really wants to make friends with these people. I have generally kept my mouth shut about the sexist implications of a ladies cooking party... which keeps in line with how I've reacted to a lot of the overtly sexist implications in her brand of religion.
I've always been the feminist in our family!
And regardless, I'm not invited. Nor do I really want to go to a hens' gathering.
Anyway, so she came home a little after three. She was assigned a briam to make for this thing which starts at 6. When she called me on her way home, I volunteered to go get the groceries she needed. This briam required nearly 15 pounds of various vegetables obscure enough that I had never purchased them. I had to visit three different groceries and spend about 21 bucks to find all of them. My fee? 12 pack of Peebers and a gallon of chocolate milk.
Now I've got an evening planned!
We worked together when we met back at the house -- I coming from the groceries and Amy from work. We systematically worked together on these vegetables, cleaning them and filling two casserole dishes with this shit. Now, my hands smell bad and I've washed them about four to five times.
Now that this Briam (which honestly smells like burning spray paint, if you can imagine that) is cooking, Amy's showering, getting ready for the hens' gathering. I am preparing for a night alone.
We've been a bit disconnected this week because we've both been so overwhelmed at work and exhausted. Tonight, I really need her. I miss her terribly, and we live in the same house.
I will probably work on my CIA presentation and my hazards thing. Although I'd put them all down for a little of her attention tonight.
Amy worked this morning, which was fine. I ended up working some on my impending projects but not enough to get much accomplished. I think my brain needs some r&r. I may give it some tonight. I may drink myself to a stupor.
Alone.
See, Amy's got this lady cooking party tonight with some women from her church. She really wants to make friends with these people. I have generally kept my mouth shut about the sexist implications of a ladies cooking party... which keeps in line with how I've reacted to a lot of the overtly sexist implications in her brand of religion.
I've always been the feminist in our family!
And regardless, I'm not invited. Nor do I really want to go to a hens' gathering.
Anyway, so she came home a little after three. She was assigned a briam to make for this thing which starts at 6. When she called me on her way home, I volunteered to go get the groceries she needed. This briam required nearly 15 pounds of various vegetables obscure enough that I had never purchased them. I had to visit three different groceries and spend about 21 bucks to find all of them. My fee? 12 pack of Peebers and a gallon of chocolate milk.
Now I've got an evening planned!
We worked together when we met back at the house -- I coming from the groceries and Amy from work. We systematically worked together on these vegetables, cleaning them and filling two casserole dishes with this shit. Now, my hands smell bad and I've washed them about four to five times.
Now that this Briam (which honestly smells like burning spray paint, if you can imagine that) is cooking, Amy's showering, getting ready for the hens' gathering. I am preparing for a night alone.
We've been a bit disconnected this week because we've both been so overwhelmed at work and exhausted. Tonight, I really need her. I miss her terribly, and we live in the same house.
I will probably work on my CIA presentation and my hazards thing. Although I'd put them all down for a little of her attention tonight.
Posted by Your Friendly Neighborhood DJ on February 25, 2006 04:58 PM | Permalink
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