Being sick sucks

Woke up at 6:15 this morning with an extremely painful throat... and I went to work anyway. Eh. I think I'll be making minestrone soup tonight! Something nice and hot and most importantly, easy to make.

Nothing of note lately, just that working 10 hour days for two and a half weeks kind of steals all of your time. Oh, and Brian turned 25 on Sunday, so that's nice, he can rent the car when we take a dream vacation we can't afford. Yay!

Now I think I'll go home, and buy some ice cream as a treat for my throat.

Honey come quick with the iodine

Easter, adults only!

Sometimes, being an adult (ha!) is awesome.

For example, take the idea of an adult Easter Egg Hunt. Cleverly hidden plastic eggs which may be redeemed for lottery scratchems, mini-bar liquors, or cash. I was almost more impressed by the concept than by the actual event (almost).

How was your easter?

Julie catch a rabbit by his hair

Monday, Monday

I was thinking about recapping my weekend, but while it was extremely fun for me, it would probably be boring to hear about... cookout, hanging out with Brian, drinking heavily, etc. The usual.

Today was a typical Monday, by which I mean it was a stereotypical Monday, the kind that I almost never have to suffer through. First, I discovered that my Buick's coolant leak has progressed to require a half-gallon of coolant every day. Goodie.

So, as I was hurriedly pouring coolant into my engine in the office parking lot so that I could get to my doctor's appointment on time, I accidentally spilled some on my hands. No biggie, right? Just wash it off. I tried to do just that, running back into the office bathroom to rinse my hands. Add a little bit of soap, but- do you know how soap dispensers can sometimes get a little plugged up so that they squirt soap out aggressively at an amazing distance? Well, this one did exactly that... straight at my crotch. Literally. There was no water on my shirt or soap on my shoes, just a dark residue splashed with perfect aim directly on my lower fly. So I had to make a pit stop by my house on the way to the doctor's, to change out of my apparently peed-on pants.

The fortunate detail of the incident is that it was so funny, I wasn't nearly as pissed (ha!) as I would have probably been otherwise...

Other quick notes:
+ I'm aiming to bike to work tomorrow to save gas and coolant. Go me, if I actually follow through.
+ Box of Rain was playing at Bodo's around lunchtime. Rock!
+ Bacterial colonies proliferate even in dishwater if allowed to sit too long. Guess I should clean that up...

If that Jubilee don't come
Baby, I'll meet you on the run