22 April 2002

Happy Monday!

Considering it's a rainy Monday and the only part of me that doesn't ache from turning over the garden bed yesterday is my nose, I'm in an almost astonishingly good mood.

It was a good weekend. Matt and I went out to dinner Friday night to celebrate our anniversary, and I almost literally stuffed myself on steak and bread and salad and potato - with bourbon pecan pie for dessert. By the time we got home, I didn't even want to think about food. Not even water. I was still full the next morning.

Saturday was a bit of a lazy day, mostly, until the middle of the afternoon. We picked up K.T. and went to the mall, where Matt got a new watch battery, and K.T. and I had fun wandering around in Bath and Body Works, smelling all the new scents and harassing the staff about how they always discontinue the scents and products we actually like.

After that, we went back to K.T.'s house and Colleen came over, and we all devoured the turkey K.T. had cooked earlier. Yum!

A bit later, I decided that we needed ice cream, so we all piled into Matt's car and drove down to the grocery store. The cashier was this really big guy - maybe 6'4" or more, and built like a football player. He was joking around with us, and we thought he was very funny until he started to get a little weird on us.

I'm not sure what he was trying to prove, or to whom, but it seemed desperately important to him that we believe he could throw things. He told us this story about a squirrel who was "...sittin' up there on the apex of my house," (and here he made a little roof with his index fingers, in case we didn't know what an "apex" was) "so I took my shoe and threw it, and knocked the little bugger right off!" He gave K.T. and I a significant look. "Dislocated his leg, too."

K.T. laughed. "What, you took him to the vet?"

"Nope. Saw 'im limpin'."

Thankfully, at that point, he'd finished ringing us all up. I picked up our bag of ice cream and walked out of the store and into the parking lot, where we all burst into hysterical laughter.

For the rest of the night, at random moments, someone would say "Apex!" and make that little two-finger roof, and we would all get the giggles. It even continued into Sunday, though online we couldn't make the little roof, so we were reduced to reproducing it via ASCII: /\

I got up around 11:30 on Sunday morning, and while it was still technically morning (I think) I went outside and weeded the flower beds, and then got a shovel and weeded and turned over the garden bed. After I'd showered and changed, I got online.

I spent the rest of the afternoon and part of the evening having a Hall session with K.T., and then I spent the rest of the evening chatting with her and Matt. And, I confess, poking around an Oded Fehr fan site and exchanging drool-laden comments with K.T.

So, all in all, it was a pretty good darned weekend, and I'm feeling pretty good about this week. Now, if I could just get over this thing where I feel like someone beat me with a stick...

Karen's back today! Hurray, huzzah, and let the plots that have been on hold commence once more!

As a special welcome-back for Karen, I thought I'd tell her (and you - oh, lucky you!) what wonderful and exciting plots we considered in her absence...

(Or, as a subtitle: Snarky responses to that oh-so-popular question of, "So, what's happening in this session?")

• The Scum are plotting to overthrow the government of Cormyr.
• Loria's telling Kevil that she's going to marry Rhys instead. (Or worse still: Rook.)
• Vallel and Ilarion are having an illicit homosexual affair and Cat's going to catch them at it.
• Zoya's going to release a potion into the city's water supply that will turn everyone in the city into a wild mage for just one hour.
• Tyl comes back from Waterdeep and confesses that she accidentally cooked and ate Sanriel.
• Jelarthna comes back with Zoya's spelljammer and admits to having accidently blown up her homeworld.
• Alternatively: Jelarthna never went to Zoya's homeworld at all; he's boozing it up on Pleasure Island.
• Mace has actually been fooling Cat about being an okay guy all this time and is going to sell her to the highest bidder.
• Dawn and Dusk are actually red and black dragons (or, alternatively, avatars for Bane and Cyric) in disguise, and now that they've cased the joint, they're going to level it.
• The tarrasque is wading up the Dragonsmere; we're going to head 'im off.
• All of the Scum, including Dawn and Mace, are actually an elaborate illusion of Dusk's (or maybe Dawn's) that he's going to dispell now.
• Dawn is actually the bastard child of Eyes and Il Roche and his powers just manifested. As soon as he gets over the shock of having a third eye in the middle of his forehead, he's going to kill himself.
• Tarri is so fed up with the repressive Morninglords that she's going to be successfully recruited by the Scum; she'll dump San and become a whore.
• Nacheyla's baby was born early, he sprouted fangs and wings, ate Abby, and is currently at large.
• Meghan has undertaken a vow of chastity.
• Nacheyla's hosting an orgy for all her favorite dieties.
• Ilarion's secretly working with the illithid and is capturing Kevil and turning him in for a very long-standing reward.
• Lisl's going to confess her secret and long-standing passion for Philister.

So as you can see, we've been very busy with Karen out of town. Or perhaps more accurately, not busy enough... Welcome home, Gris!

(As a note - anyone who wants to mail me more suggestions, please do - I'll add them to the list!)

--Liz