Dear self: stop cramming all the important stuff into one big entry...

First things first: you all want to make out with my icon. Admit it.

And yes, that is my best friend and myself rendered in sticks, based on an actual conversation the two of us had. I'm the brunette. No I am not blonde.

Unf unf~

So we went to the Weird Al concert on Tuesday, the culmination of our Father's Day gift to Daddy, who is a very big fan of Mr. Yankovic. We went to Chile's for dinner (Dad's choice). God, that fajita was good...and we actually got through the entire meal without a single argument. Considering my sister and I and how we can be sometimes...that's actually kind of amazing.

The concert itself? HOLY FOOKIN' SHIZ BATTON THE HATCHES WE'RE TAKING ON AWESOME.

( They see me mowing my front lawn... )

So then Wednesday, Kat and I wound up spending most of the day hanging out and playing Apollo Justice. We're on case four, and...well, when we stopped playing, we were at the start of the flashback. The part we have been completely dreading >_>;; Haaaaaaalp...

...on the other hand, it was worth it for Ema's impression of Kristoph (FREAKMEOUTWHYDONCHA) and for Klavier actually saying, "The jurors will act as a jury." NOWAI. As kaitodoushi put it, that's like saying that the lawyer will act as an attorney. WOW.

And then fun happenings at work. I went in on Thursday to haul the truck stuff in as usual. Got there a few minutes after eight. My thought processes were as follows: "Why aren't the pans put away? Why hasn't Italian been clean--WHY DON'T WE HAVE A WINDOW??"

( Because we never seem to have anything NOT broken... )

Tomorrow, I work again at eight-thirty-ish, until three. And then Dad's birthday party of SURPRISE-NESS. He turns sixty on August 11th. That's from four to eight. I'll probably be manning the food or something. No anti-social-ness for me, I guess~ *puts on Big Girl Pants*

...although I do hate cupcakes now. I baked and frosted ninety-six of the suckers today. 'Nuff said.

Also, broke 121K on summerwrite. I have to write 934 words a day during August to make minimum. Wewt~

And now I go shower, put work-clothes in the dryer, and fall over. In that order if I'm lucky.

Dear self: stop cramming all the important stuff into one big entry...

First things first: you all want to make out with my icon. Admit it.

And yes, that is my best friend and myself rendered in sticks, based on an actual conversation the two of us had. I'm the brunette. No I am not blonde.

Unf unf~

So we went to the Weird Al concert on Tuesday, the culmination of our Father's Day gift to Daddy, who is a very big fan of Mr. Yankovic. We went to Chile's for dinner (Dad's choice). God, that fajita was good...and we actually got through the entire meal without a single argument. Considering my sister and I and how we can be sometimes...that's actually kind of amazing.

The concert itself? HOLY FOOKIN' SHIZ BATTON THE HATCHES WE'RE TAKING ON AWESOME.

( They see me mowing my front lawn... )

So then Wednesday, Kat and I wound up spending most of the day hanging out and playing Apollo Justice. We're on case four, and...well, when we stopped playing, we were at the start of the flashback. The part we have been completely dreading >_>;; Haaaaaaalp...

...on the other hand, it was worth it for Ema's impression of Kristoph (FREAKMEOUTWHYDONCHA) and for Klavier actually saying, "The jurors will act as a jury." NOWAI. As kaitodoushi put it, that's like saying that the lawyer will act as an attorney. WOW.

And then fun happenings at work. I went in on Thursday to haul the truck stuff in as usual. Got there a few minutes after eight. My thought processes were as follows: "Why aren't the pans put away? Why hasn't Italian been clean--WHY DON'T WE HAVE A WINDOW??"

( Because we never seem to have anything NOT broken... )

Tomorrow, I work again at eight-thirty-ish, until three. And then Dad's birthday party of SURPRISE-NESS. He turns sixty on August 11th. That's from four to eight. I'll probably be manning the food or something. No anti-social-ness for me, I guess~ *puts on Big Girl Pants*

...although I do hate cupcakes now. I baked and frosted ninety-six of the suckers today. 'Nuff said.

Also, broke 121K on summerwrite. I have to write 934 words a day during August to make minimum. Wewt~

And now I go shower, put work-clothes in the dryer, and fall over. In that order if I'm lucky.