Yesterday: went out to pick up a package UPS buggered up delivery on because two years later they still can't find our house, and ended up with a new phone. Oops? Seriously, I don't know how that happened - one minute we were driving around trying to find the UPS center, the next my dad had decided that we needed to go to the AT&T store RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY to renew his contract and get us new (mostly free) phones.
I still don't have the Super High-Tech Secret Agent smart phone I yearn for in my soul, tragically. I don't care that I don't actually text anyone or send that many emails or track my appointments or do anything I would need a smart phone for, I still want a damn Droid. But my new not-smart phone is still pretty shiny, and also blue, and I got my ringtone set to the Doctor Who theme. So I guess it will do.
Today: Started watching Love Shuffle, which is about a group of twenty-to-thirty-somethings who agree to experiment with shuffling romantic partners every week after they all get caught in an elevator together. Also Personal Taste, about an architect who lets a girl think he's gay so she'll let him move in with her, so he can check out her house designed by her famous-architect father so he can use the designs to get a contract over her evil ex-boyfriend who dumped her to marry her best friend. J-DRAMAS, K-DRAMAS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? It's like the second I start watching them, all my taste, standards, and sense just fly out the window. And I can't stop watching, because they are incredibly addicting, in all their absurd soap-opera-y glory.
For dinner tonight, we had some spare ribs we've been trying to clear out of the freezer for weeks, so my dad sawed them up into bite-sized pieces and I steamed them with some red cabbage and a soy-chili paste-black bean sauce. It was really indecently good. The rosemary peasant bread (a repeat appearance, but I've got fresh rosemary that won't use itself up) wasn't really a match genre-wise, but it was still om nom nomable with some balsamic vinegar and olive oil.
Tomorrow: going trail riding with
hanjuuluver and one of my mom's clients, as an early birthday present from my mom. So excited OMG.
I still don't have the Super High-Tech Secret Agent smart phone I yearn for in my soul, tragically. I don't care that I don't actually text anyone or send that many emails or track my appointments or do anything I would need a smart phone for, I still want a damn Droid. But my new not-smart phone is still pretty shiny, and also blue, and I got my ringtone set to the Doctor Who theme. So I guess it will do.
Today: Started watching Love Shuffle, which is about a group of twenty-to-thirty-somethings who agree to experiment with shuffling romantic partners every week after they all get caught in an elevator together. Also Personal Taste, about an architect who lets a girl think he's gay so she'll let him move in with her, so he can check out her house designed by her famous-architect father so he can use the designs to get a contract over her evil ex-boyfriend who dumped her to marry her best friend. J-DRAMAS, K-DRAMAS, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? It's like the second I start watching them, all my taste, standards, and sense just fly out the window. And I can't stop watching, because they are incredibly addicting, in all their absurd soap-opera-y glory.
For dinner tonight, we had some spare ribs we've been trying to clear out of the freezer for weeks, so my dad sawed them up into bite-sized pieces and I steamed them with some red cabbage and a soy-chili paste-black bean sauce. It was really indecently good. The rosemary peasant bread (a repeat appearance, but I've got fresh rosemary that won't use itself up) wasn't really a match genre-wise, but it was still om nom nomable with some balsamic vinegar and olive oil.
Tomorrow: going trail riding with
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