As the subject indicates, Barb is watching X-Files. Hee. "If there's an ice tea in that bag Scully, it's love." "Must be fate, Mulder. Root beer."
Had a rather eventful day yesterday. After the "oh no we have a gas leak, whoops, no we don't" incident (in which the building caretaker spills gasoline while filling up the snowblower and the fumes drift through the vents, we can't get ahold of anyone except the nice people at the gas company who offer to call the fire department if it gets worse, and the cats almost get evacuated but instead were stuffed into the carriers for nothing), we had the
troutkitty battles the elements and the rotten road conditions portion of the evening, and then the hot tea incident.
In which the kettle spills, I mop up not quite enough of the hot water, and while heading back into the kitchen carrying the pot of hot tea, slip and quite literally go ass over teakettle, landing flat on my butt, tea everywhere. I talk everyone out of taking me to the emergency room because really, it's not that bad, and we'll just spend six hours sitting there (not to mention the bad roads) to be told put a cold cloth and some polysporin on it.
I still maintain that it's my fault, since I'm the one who 1) did the half-assed job mopping up the floor, and 2) slipped, but the friend who originally spilled the water was feeling all responsible and presented me with a pirate duckie! Wearing a band-aid, no less. Wounded pirate duckie! Hee.
Watched more Andromeda on Friday, and learned that perhaps
troutkitty and Dale should not attempt to crit each other's work while slightly intoxicated. Heh. But! Andromeda! Although I think my favourite characters remain Trance, Beka, and Harper. Which is why Viridian's pre-Andromeda Piper Maru fic (gen, some slash) is cool. Got a vague drabble-ish idea involving Beka, Trance, and typing up tomato plants. Hmm.
Had a rather eventful day yesterday. After the "oh no we have a gas leak, whoops, no we don't" incident (in which the building caretaker spills gasoline while filling up the snowblower and the fumes drift through the vents, we can't get ahold of anyone except the nice people at the gas company who offer to call the fire department if it gets worse, and the cats almost get evacuated but instead were stuffed into the carriers for nothing), we had the
In which the kettle spills, I mop up not quite enough of the hot water, and while heading back into the kitchen carrying the pot of hot tea, slip and quite literally go ass over teakettle, landing flat on my butt, tea everywhere. I talk everyone out of taking me to the emergency room because really, it's not that bad, and we'll just spend six hours sitting there (not to mention the bad roads) to be told put a cold cloth and some polysporin on it.
I still maintain that it's my fault, since I'm the one who 1) did the half-assed job mopping up the floor, and 2) slipped, but the friend who originally spilled the water was feeling all responsible and presented me with a pirate duckie! Wearing a band-aid, no less. Wounded pirate duckie! Hee.
Watched more Andromeda on Friday, and learned that perhaps