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Let it be known that diet tonic water is nasty. It'll be full sugar for me in the future. Of course it could also have something to do with having gotten Shasta brand diet tonic water, because I was already splurging on cheese and trusting that quality gin (Bombay Sapphire) would carry the drink (which is almost does). But I'm pretty sure the fake sugar is the main thing wrong with it.
(I had a moment where I almost wrote "not tasty" instead of "nasty" and I just thought, whoa, "nasty" could totally be a blend of "not" and "tasty." ETYMOLOGICAL TRUFAX??? Not so much. But a fun folk etymology maybe.)
In other drink-related news, the 'rents might be coming to see the flat on Monday, before we take Mum to dinner or something for her birthday. Q: Do I leave the booze out, or do I hide it? 'Rents are teetotalers and I have never told them that I drink, though they may have assumed it. Mum was at the flat briefly a little while ago and I'm sure noticed the booze but didn't say anything; Da will probably kick up a fuss, though. And I don't want to give the Munchkin any ideas, I know what kids at our HS who were less sheltered than I was got up to. I heard them talking during biology and chemistry labs.
I know I sometimes talk like I'm some kind of lush, but I drink responsibly, and not more than a few times a month. *bites lip*
In kitten-related news, they now have adorable tiny collars and look very handsome. The collars are multicoloured-striped (they match the "many bright colours" décor of our living room, which was a bonus) with mint-green plastic fasteners -- breakaway collars, so they don't strangle the cats if the collar gets caught on anything. It turns out that Ducky is an escape artist! He pulled off his collar three times before I tightened it enough that he couldn't get his paws under it. New nickname: Houdini.
They're both sleeping on my bed, one on either side of me. Baxter is sprawled more-or-less on his back, with his arms over his head. His paws and whiskers are twitching. Ducky's ear is twitching, too. I think they're dreaming. It's totally sweet.
The fleas might be back -- probably a new wave of fleas, having hatched in the warm-and-humid conditions of my apartment. I'm waiting for the Advantage to arrive in the mail (it's coming from Canada, but should have gone out on Tuesday at the latest and so should be here very soon after the holiday), and until then we have resumed daily Happy Fun Flea Comb Tiem!! I'm not restricting them to my room again, but I did get a flea collar and cut it up and put it in the vacuum bag, and tomorrow or Monday there will be EPIC VACUUMING.
P.S. O HAI HELVETICA. Now, the question is, am I or am I not too lazy to put the "font face" tag at the beginning of all my entries? WE SHALL SEE. But at least now I know I can make my emoticons not look weird. It's a matter of :D versus :D, of <3 versus <3. And also probably of me trying to be a bigger typeface nerd than I really am, but some of my best nerdery has come of actively trying to be nerdier, and typography is at least something I like. Yay aesthetics.
(I had a moment where I almost wrote "not tasty" instead of "nasty" and I just thought, whoa, "nasty" could totally be a blend of "not" and "tasty." ETYMOLOGICAL TRUFAX??? Not so much. But a fun folk etymology maybe.)
In other drink-related news, the 'rents might be coming to see the flat on Monday, before we take Mum to dinner or something for her birthday. Q: Do I leave the booze out, or do I hide it? 'Rents are teetotalers and I have never told them that I drink, though they may have assumed it. Mum was at the flat briefly a little while ago and I'm sure noticed the booze but didn't say anything; Da will probably kick up a fuss, though. And I don't want to give the Munchkin any ideas, I know what kids at our HS who were less sheltered than I was got up to. I heard them talking during biology and chemistry labs.
I know I sometimes talk like I'm some kind of lush, but I drink responsibly, and not more than a few times a month. *bites lip*
In kitten-related news, they now have adorable tiny collars and look very handsome. The collars are multicoloured-striped (they match the "many bright colours" décor of our living room, which was a bonus) with mint-green plastic fasteners -- breakaway collars, so they don't strangle the cats if the collar gets caught on anything. It turns out that Ducky is an escape artist! He pulled off his collar three times before I tightened it enough that he couldn't get his paws under it. New nickname: Houdini.
They're both sleeping on my bed, one on either side of me. Baxter is sprawled more-or-less on his back, with his arms over his head. His paws and whiskers are twitching. Ducky's ear is twitching, too. I think they're dreaming. It's totally sweet.
The fleas might be back -- probably a new wave of fleas, having hatched in the warm-and-humid conditions of my apartment. I'm waiting for the Advantage to arrive in the mail (it's coming from Canada, but should have gone out on Tuesday at the latest and so should be here very soon after the holiday), and until then we have resumed daily Happy Fun Flea Comb Tiem!! I'm not restricting them to my room again, but I did get a flea collar and cut it up and put it in the vacuum bag, and tomorrow or Monday there will be EPIC VACUUMING.
P.S. O HAI HELVETICA. Now, the question is, am I or am I not too lazy to put the "font face" tag at the beginning of all my entries? WE SHALL SEE. But at least now I know I can make my emoticons not look weird. It's a matter of :D versus :D, of <3 versus <3. And also probably of me trying to be a bigger typeface nerd than I really am, but some of my best nerdery has come of actively trying to be nerdier, and typography is at least something I like. Yay aesthetics.
