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Jan. 1st, 2011 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keladry_lupinIn the first ten seconds Boo-Cat was on the kitchen table, he knocked over a box of Band-Aids, scattered a dozen supermarket coupons and thirty-odd peanut M&Ms onto the floor, upset a cup of water all over my lap, and scooped a skein of embroidery floss onto his back using his tail. He would have knocked the lamp over if he'd had his way, the utter brat.
Split pea soup is cooking slowly in the slow cooker. That onion did not go down without a fight; it's been two hours, and my eyes still hurt. Bubba came into the kitchen to investigate what I was chopping (I'd just opened the sausage) and left with watery eyes and an offended expression a minute later. Turkey and dressing (more onions!) for lunch.
I never much liked New Year's Day when I was a kid; all the shops are closed, and there's nothing on TV but football. But I've been reading Sherlock fanfic for the last hour and enjoying it immensely. I shall embroider for at least an hour while there's still sunlight to help my eyes.
I'm thinking about seeing The King's Speech or Burlesque tonight. If I go, I shall be very rude and wink suggestively at Phil when he takes my ticket. He blushes so sweetly.
Boo has just knocked the Band-Aids off the table again on his way to the floor so he can hurk up some grass he nibbled outside. At least he stayed on the tile instead of running to the carpet.
Time for a nap.
Split pea soup is cooking slowly in the slow cooker. That onion did not go down without a fight; it's been two hours, and my eyes still hurt. Bubba came into the kitchen to investigate what I was chopping (I'd just opened the sausage) and left with watery eyes and an offended expression a minute later. Turkey and dressing (more onions!) for lunch.
I never much liked New Year's Day when I was a kid; all the shops are closed, and there's nothing on TV but football. But I've been reading Sherlock fanfic for the last hour and enjoying it immensely. I shall embroider for at least an hour while there's still sunlight to help my eyes.
I'm thinking about seeing The King's Speech or Burlesque tonight. If I go, I shall be very rude and wink suggestively at Phil when he takes my ticket. He blushes so sweetly.
Boo has just knocked the Band-Aids off the table again on his way to the floor so he can hurk up some grass he nibbled outside. At least he stayed on the tile instead of running to the carpet.
Time for a nap.
