Vwing Vwing Vwiiiiing, Glavin? OR Takin' her for a Test Toast!

[wednes]

H's wedding tunic I've scoured the globe looking for a proper tunic for H, and I daresay this is it.

I found out that the place I wanted to have the reception wants $750. I guess that is reasonable, but it doesn't mean we can pay it. That plus the (remarkably affordable) photographer = half our budget. I might have to talk to H about expanding a bit. Of course that will probably mean that my engagement ring will be made of onion and tempura batter--but what's the hell. Plus, it seems like a honeymoon is out of the question. Drag. Then again, I don't like other people much, and even when you leave Ann Arbor--people are almost everywhere. I know I should be being happy and not complaining, but it's a bummer sometimes. Even though I don't miss MY family so much, I miss the idea of having a family for these types of occasions. Sometimes I feel very cheated by all that.


We had to buy a new toaster today because our old one had, I think, some ants in it from our horrible ant infestation. It's clearing up rapidly due to my repeated applications of bleach; but my hands are not thanking me for it, even with the gloves. The new toaster is nice, and our old one was 8 years old. It has different settings for frozen and bagels and stuff, plus the dial setting and a button to make your stuff pop up. It's by Oster.
I also grocery shopped and had to pay a mysterious $10 copay for my scrips, which I shouldn't. And I helped my buddy clean his condo because he is moved into his new house. I don't usually take paid cleanning work, but I'm fairly desperate for cash.

I came into possession of a groovy green checkered rug. It would look wonderful in a living room, conversation pit, or anyplace you want to look green and checky. Let me know if you want it, cause I'm giving it away. It's nice! But it clashes with my regular rug.

Got a Sadie rejection in the Email today. Frown. I'd sent out the query in 08 of 05, and they just turned it down today. I thought that might mean they were looking at it for real; but somebody else on my flist got turned down by them also today. That makes my dellusion seem far less likely.

I'm going to try to make myself some slippers soon. But maybe not because tomorrow at midnight starts NaNoWriMo wherein if I finish, I will have written two novels this year. That, my friends, would be bad ass! Plus I'm very well plotted and outlined this year, which I am not usually. My novel from last year fell apart like a rain soaked paper dress when I tried to edit it. There's a lot of great stuff there, and even more vaguely compelling business that doesn't go anywhere.
This years novel is the chemognosis thingy I was working on where a woman ultimatley turns into a cat to smite her enemies. Well, one enemy in particular, but you know...once you get to smiting it's kind of hard to get a handle on. I seem to do well with simple stories told in an interesting way. Color me Dennis Lehane or some such.