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wendyzskiHe referred to me as "my girlfriend" today.
Sunday I got up fairly early and got bunches of sewing done. I was planning on spending two days at Rob's place, and needed something to do while he was at work, so I got a bunch of projects up to the "hand-work" stage. Headed over and hung out Sunday afternoon and finally saw "Sleepy Hollow" - eye candy for both of us! (Did I mention I am going to mug him and steal that sofa? mmmmm.)
After pizza, he went off to work, and I was left alone in the house with a big-screen TV and access to cable! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Watched Mysthbusters (of course), something WWII-ish on the History Channel, and finally got a chance to see that 'Cleavage' documentary on A&E (Hi Crickett!) Finished new undersleeves and attachment points for my nobles, a new bodice (an experiment - can the more noble-type bodice work without a corset, boned with cable ties? Inquiring minds want to know..), 2 hats, and the beading on my new coif.
Interesting cultural difference - I am a voracious reader, and have been so since childhood. He has a learning disability that gives him trouble with printed matter. (he had most of his textbooks on tape) So, I discovered when I went to curl up with sewing and/or a book, that there are no reading lamps anywhere in that apartment. None. Well, one lamp next to far end of roomate's sofa, but nowhere else. Overhead lighting is okay, but not when it comes to beadwork. EVERY seat in my apartment has either a reading lamp or task lighting, and now that I think about it, it was always that way growing up too, thanks to my mom. May need to consider that "itty-bitty-book-lite"
Padded off to bed midnight-ish, to attempt to figure out how to sleep on a waterbed. It is somewhat complex. I have concluded that small yet well-upholstered women are not built for waterbeds. Comparatively more weight per amount of surface area - we don't so much float on the surface as involuntarily roll towards the middle and sink. Add another person to the mix (about 3:30 AM) and it gets considerably more complicated. I think I need an anchor. Either that or more water in the mattress.
Awakened 11-ish by the need to move the car. Apparently that household follows the 'Callahan's' style of parking - people park wherever in the yard and if someone needs to leave, everybody piles out and reshuffles the cars. I successfully made waffles for breakfast. Much napping for rest of day. Snooze, chat, fit of giggles from Monty Python reference, snooze again - repeat as necessary. Guess we are both getting his roomate's cold, as we didn't really wake up until 4:30 PM. Only nearly got bounced into the wall by sudden movement of other person in waterbed once. Clearly more practice is required. (See also "more water in mattress' above)
Move to sofa for slightly more upright conversation. We manage to discuss politics, family, and religion without anyone shrieking - always a good sign. Made fun of roomate when he came home. His reply to a muffled inquiry from the kitchen - "I didn't hear you - my girlfriend was talking to me". (awwwwwwww.)
Given the probable germ count, I suggested a dinner that didn't involve pizza, and took him to Lulus (dim sum and then sum), where teryaki steak salad with many veggies and creamy ginger dressing was just the thing.
Yep - I think I'll keep this one for a while.
Sunday I got up fairly early and got bunches of sewing done. I was planning on spending two days at Rob's place, and needed something to do while he was at work, so I got a bunch of projects up to the "hand-work" stage. Headed over and hung out Sunday afternoon and finally saw "Sleepy Hollow" - eye candy for both of us! (Did I mention I am going to mug him and steal that sofa? mmmmm.)
After pizza, he went off to work, and I was left alone in the house with a big-screen TV and access to cable! wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Watched Mysthbusters (of course), something WWII-ish on the History Channel, and finally got a chance to see that 'Cleavage' documentary on A&E (Hi Crickett!) Finished new undersleeves and attachment points for my nobles, a new bodice (an experiment - can the more noble-type bodice work without a corset, boned with cable ties? Inquiring minds want to know..), 2 hats, and the beading on my new coif.
Interesting cultural difference - I am a voracious reader, and have been so since childhood. He has a learning disability that gives him trouble with printed matter. (he had most of his textbooks on tape) So, I discovered when I went to curl up with sewing and/or a book, that there are no reading lamps anywhere in that apartment. None. Well, one lamp next to far end of roomate's sofa, but nowhere else. Overhead lighting is okay, but not when it comes to beadwork. EVERY seat in my apartment has either a reading lamp or task lighting, and now that I think about it, it was always that way growing up too, thanks to my mom. May need to consider that "itty-bitty-book-lite"
Padded off to bed midnight-ish, to attempt to figure out how to sleep on a waterbed. It is somewhat complex. I have concluded that small yet well-upholstered women are not built for waterbeds. Comparatively more weight per amount of surface area - we don't so much float on the surface as involuntarily roll towards the middle and sink. Add another person to the mix (about 3:30 AM) and it gets considerably more complicated. I think I need an anchor. Either that or more water in the mattress.
Awakened 11-ish by the need to move the car. Apparently that household follows the 'Callahan's' style of parking - people park wherever in the yard and if someone needs to leave, everybody piles out and reshuffles the cars. I successfully made waffles for breakfast. Much napping for rest of day. Snooze, chat, fit of giggles from Monty Python reference, snooze again - repeat as necessary. Guess we are both getting his roomate's cold, as we didn't really wake up until 4:30 PM. Only nearly got bounced into the wall by sudden movement of other person in waterbed once. Clearly more practice is required. (See also "more water in mattress' above)
Move to sofa for slightly more upright conversation. We manage to discuss politics, family, and religion without anyone shrieking - always a good sign. Made fun of roomate when he came home. His reply to a muffled inquiry from the kitchen - "I didn't hear you - my girlfriend was talking to me". (awwwwwwww.)
Given the probable germ count, I suggested a dinner that didn't involve pizza, and took him to Lulus (dim sum and then sum), where teryaki steak salad with many veggies and creamy ginger dressing was just the thing.
Yep - I think I'll keep this one for a while.
