aetrix9 was over for dinner yesterday evening. I left work early in order to prepare everything which included washing clothes, dishes, floors, cabinetry and vacuuming the mini-cats my shedding beasts leave behind. You never realize how much there is to clean when you feel the need to clean everything. Over the course of three hours I did three loads of laundry, washed dishes twice, vacuumed the entire apartment, dusted, swept, washed sinks and the kitchen floor, re sheeted the bed, cleaned the closet, hung the laundry and remembered to soak my eyebrow in a salt water solution. Which, by the way, looks really silly because I literally stick half my face in a measuring cup of warm water for 15 minutes.
Displeasingly, I bit off more than I could chew as when she arrived I still hadn't fully dressed. Though answering the door half naked is generally a good thing (and I'm sure she would have been pleased), I didn't want to start the evening off on such a note. Rather, I furious knotted my shirt and moseyed to the door. :) She wore a sadistically black halter and wore it well. It was a good night of wine and decent Chinese food, though they didn't press the tofu in the Szechuan bean curd dish. It was far to sort for the sort of dish it was, nearly a soup if you consider vicious spicy death soup. I even got new dishes, using the occasional as the perfect excuse to finally buy a set of oriental dishes and piles of chopsticks. :) I even found a Sake set which we didn't use last night.
Good times were had. Of note, though, is that a bloody hate my camera. It doesn't draw power from the computer and I left it on while eating dinner. By the time we wished to use it the batteries were dead and we had no AA to replace, though that's better. For some odd reason non-rechargeable batteries cause my camera to overheat. There was much conversing and playing to be had; we promptly forgot the camera.
But, late nights, tender piercings and weird cats marred my sleep pattern. Apparently sleeping an extra hour to offset some of the late night is ruined when your cats decide to scratch at you for attention between 1 and 3am. Add to that two good smacks to my forehead while asleep and you get a froggy Will. Boo!
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I wouldn't change it for the world.