My cold wasn't all that bad, I guess. But I sure haven't felt like doing much of anything the last couple of days. I took my first shower since Christmas morning just now. The VP teared up and said it was the best present of the season. Now, I don't take that as sarcasm. I take that as a direct challenge. You think the last couple of days was bad? You. Just. Wait.
I could have really made a statement if I still had the cast, but fortunately for all resident Outposters, the doctor did take it off last Tuesday. The xray showed the fracture has not healed completely, so I do have to wear a splint for another two weeks, but at least I can take it off to wash my hands and shower. No more rubber bands and garbage bags.
In addition to the piles of laundry, the unkept house, the Christmas refuse waiting to be carted away, and a dozen other chores I've been neglecting...I also have to call the mothers of several of The Senator's preschool friends. I told a bunch of them I'd love to have the out here yesterday, but never felt good enough to actually arrange it. Now I'm on the hook for a playdate. My throat feels scratchy and dry just thinking about it.
Going to a wine and cheese party tomorrow. The invitation also said we would be served "substantial hors d'oeuvres." Does that mean there will be plenty of food or that the food served will have some bulk to it? I'm imagining a platter full of raw chunks of beef on wooden stakes.
Must be the cold medicine. Just ignore me.
Posted by Cathy at December 27, 2003 04:53 PMMost any food on a stick appeals to me.
Except maybe Jello™.
Posted by: aelfheld at December 27, 2003 07:27 PMIt sounds like a north woods "catch and eat" scenario, as opposed to "catch and release." My advice is (a)remember to eat the muscrat tail-first and (b) never, ever eat the lutefisk. At least the canine and younger denizens of the outpost will be in safe custody while you are with the hunter-gatherers.
Posted by: The Professor at December 27, 2003 09:23 PMA little-known fact about hors d'oeuvres...anything in the house that can be stuck with a toothpick is fair game. If the stuff they serve turns out to be crap just bust on into the kitchen, make a ham sammich and stick a pick in there. If they say anything, just let them know what an incredible faux pas they're committing and excuse yourself to mingle with the cultured, classy folk who know the rules.
I go to many parties so I know what I'm talking about. Oddly, I never go to parties hosted by the same people twice...
Posted by: picklejuice at December 28, 2003 02:47 AM