12:38am.
Just finished making the loops for the bow for the cake for the 25h Wedding anniversary for Bernice for her aunt and uncle's celebration for their (you guessed it) 25th wedding anniversary to be paid for by her cousin.
Did you follow that?
I was supposed to email a price but I don't have her email address on my hotmail account snf zim noy sy eotk. (oops... had to shift my left hand over one key to the left) I just gave you the key - now if you're really interested in what that says, I'm sure you'll be able to decode it. Mrs. Gipp (grade 9 typing) would be having a heart attack right now. But I know why this was possible... I still have no feeling in my left fingers (thanks to King Luminaire's KA44 Quad arms). Stupid things. Pinched a nerve in my neck while helping the guys in the shop wrap them in order to meet a deadline. Never fully recovered. So, anyway, because I have no feeling in my index finger, I can no longer feel the little ridge on the f key which is there to tell my nifty little brain that my fingers are on the proper keys. Mrs. Gipp (grade 9 typing) would be very pleased to know that I did indeed absorb something she taught me.
I was supposed to bake a cake and have the cake balls all mixed and molded, ready for decorating tomorrow night. Unfortunately, I decided the bow was a little more important. Hell, I could just as easily bring in a box of Timbits for the class and the kids would be happy. Tom is such a light sleeper - I can't turn the mixer on or he'll be up in a flash. DAGNABBIT!
I was supposed to print off some tags for the cake balls but have decided that I needn't bother until I at least bake a cake... however I was looking forward to using the "boner" that Deb gave me for my birthday. (laughing to myself now). Deb gave me a boner. Deb didn't want to ask the guy at Michael's if he knew where she could find a boner. OK. OK. Now we know it's actually called a bone FOLDER, but I will always remember my 38th birthday as the year that Debbie gave me a boner (and a gift card to boot)!
I have flax seeds stuck in my teeth. I guess I really didn't need to inform you of this, but there you go. I already typed it, so that little tidbit of information is going to stay. Nail biting, gripping, on the edge of your seat blog entry... wouldn't you say?
1:03am. I am going to sign out and go to bed. Morning comes sooner than it did last week. The fine city is doing road work and Centennial and King is closed until May sometime. Now everyone detours down Lake and it makes my morning life a living Hell. I sure hope these workers do a better job than the ones that did the work at Guelph Line and New. Did you hear what they did? They dug up in front of the bowling alley - fixed the pipes or whatever it was that they were doing, and then cemented and stamped a new sidewalk. One problem... they didn't hook the water back up first, so they had to dig it all up again, hook the water into the bowling alley, then do the concrete pouring again. They did the same thing on New street. Paved the new road BEFORE the work underground was complete so they had to dig it all up again. Morons. My conspiracy theory way of thinking makes me believe that they were ensuring job security. As long as there was still work to be done, they'd all have a job.
1:09. Seriously. I am signing off now. Hope you're snug as a bug in your warm cozy bed. Thanks again for offering me your husband's clothes... how weird would that sound to anyone that wasn't privy to our conversation earlier? No worries. No one else is reading this.
Buy some new socks - preferably ones without stripes or patterns.
Night.
Flaxseeds are good at getting stuck in your teeth. So are raspberry and blackberry seeds...
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