unplanned Yin Yang in vinegar and oil
". . . dum, dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. . ." The same note being struck repeatedly on the piano finally intruded on my awareness.
"It was a test. Nineteen times before you had had enough. I bet it would take a lot less for Daddy."
She knows us all too well.
Our Wednesday was decadent. We started off with a "Tea Party" brunch. Well, actually, we started off by sleeping in. (Ahhhhhhhh!) Then the Tea Party brunch. Fresh raspberry sauce over vanilla pudding cake, coffee (Boston Tea Party?) and assorted goodies (to include stale hazelnut things that now had the consistency of cardboard, which we promptly chucked.) Utter decadence. (other than the whole cardboard thing of course) Look closely, and you might spot the postcards that Peter and Fal sent us from Athens and Egypt, respectively, on the whiteboard.
The Rule of Four: not just an annoying yet useful mathematical manipulation, but a fact of photography of well. If you have four kids, it's only going to be very rarely that you catch them all looking their best simultaneously on camera. You might get 3 looking pretty decent but only half of the fourth, or 2 good and 2 bad, or 3 great and one looking, quite frankly, demon-possessed, but going 4 for 4 is a rarity, as proven in today's pics.
We had planned to head off to Brighton (everything here has English, heinously massacred French, or Native American names) for Lego Star Wars II (wheeee!) and the new Artemis Fowl book (double wheeeeee!) but GuTTer MuNKi wanted to come with us, so we totally debauched instead while waiting for his arrival at the homestead. Yesssssss! This was made even more rewarding by the fact that he had our teacher discount card for Borders, which we used for Artie.
I did a little damage control to help the house recover from Crazy Tuesday, sewed on patches for my side biz at TKD ($5 per patch, so I'll make $15 - not bad for a few minutes' work - about $60 per hour, adjusted) and wrote my review of Peter and Beth for TCM.
Brighton was pretty much underwater due to heavy rain. (Ctrl-F 'clouds') On the way home, GuTTer MuNKi had been detained by being stuck behind this wreck:
He missed being IN it by about 15-20 seconds. I am thankful. Surprisingly, it seems there were no serious injuries.
Nope, it's not another "side biz," it's Enya's thyroid medication. Yes, it's against nature. No, I don't give a crap that this is so. Although cutting the tiny little pills in half is kind of annoying and reminded me of Layer Cake for some reason.
HNT time. I can't believe I'm prepared. Keep your eyes peeled for falling skies and aeronautic pigs!
I kinda figure if I post extras it makes up for the ones I missed. Plus, I couldn't choose. Rule of 1: if it's me who's attempting to pose, even one is tough to get just the way I want it, so a collection might be neccessary.
Oh yeah, what do you think of braids like this? (bearing in mind that I am not 4 years old, but closer to 4 decades old. Oy! That's an intimidating thought.) Acceptable for outta the house or no? Be honest or I will cite you for my fashion faux pas when ticketed.
And an outtake of sorts: