Lunch Time

I was sitting at my desk, looking at my lunch. Leftover Bar-B-Que chicken, one boneless skinless chicken breast and one chicken thigh with skin and bone intact, were on a plate and the coleslaw was still in the container it came in. With Back up Ken Davis within reach, I was ready to eat.

Less than 4 and a half minutes later, I was eating the last bite of coleslaw.

My inner thoughts rattled in my brain "Huh? That's it? It's gone? Am I sure?" I glanced around "Wasn't there something else I was supposed to eat? I'm so confused."

After the third recounting of the food I had eaten, well it was gone I don't quite remember eating it, I decided there was nothing else I planned for lunch and went to the kitchen to throw the plate away.

From the disaster of chicken pieces left on my plate, I came to the conclusion chicken thighs are completely wasted on me, I prefer my chicken sans slime.

Also, I might have discovered a new disease: Bar-B-Que deficiency. You never know how dangerous it is, until it strikes.

To be Continued...

If you haven't heard already, Sarina and I are concocting an evil plot together. To get myself in the mood I went shopping...at half price books.

I have it all planned out, and I am looking at my next blog post. It's evil green glow has convinced me it must be next. This is of course Some Like it Wild, the sequel to the book Sarina and I picked out however long ago, Some Like it Wicked both by Teresa Medeiros (her full review can be found at http://www.pajiba.com/book_reviews/some-like-it-wicked.php I don't know how to make it a fancy button, yell at Sarina to teach me).

In the grand tradition of romance novel blurbs, I will give you the details of what I am about to read:

Needs a man
Highland brute
more brawn than brains
save her sister from selling her virtue
resourceful beauty
strapping specimen
duke's long lost heir
collect generous reward
brazen beauty
seductive silver-eyed highwayman
restoring his clan's honour
plucky Englishwoman
risky charade
never resist a challenge
devil's bargain
highwayman and the hellion
nothing to loose but his heart

It has twice as many romantic cliches on the back. In the immortal words of Sarina, "Buckle your chinstrap, bitches."

Yesterday: Partly Cloudy With a Chance of Alien Invasion

I had big plans yesterday. They involved brownies, and the newest Antia Blake adventure.


I couldn't remember if I used all of the eggs for Danger Carrie's birthday cake or not, so I called Puppy to ask him to check out our egg situation. The conversation some how ended up with me going to the grocery store to pick up vanilla bean ice cream, cherries, cool whip and other assorted things I didn't really need.

In the check out lane, a man commented on how he and I bought the same brand of ice cream. You know, the one on sale. Evidently he thought it was Fate. He was mildly upset with himself that he forgot cool whip when I, genius that I am, remembered to put it in the cart. He mumbled his half-hearted rant on non-dairy whipped topping without eye contact. I responded to the cashier, but not to him. When I reached the end of the belt, I noticed he hadn't even started bagging his groceries, and was still talking.

Guy: I have never had this kind of ice cream before, my roommate recommended it.
Me: My roommate recommended it to me as well.
Guy: Small world.
Me: Yes, quite the coincidence.

See, soul mates.

I managed to bag my eight items faster than he could bag his four items and as I bent over to grab the bag, I looked down. Oh. Hello girls. Somehow my wrap had fallen open and the top I was wearing under it had slid down to reveal about an acre of pale, freckled cleavage. Soul mates indeed.


When I finally got home I reheated spaghetti sauce on the stove, boiled fresh noodles, and made garlic toast. Puppy and I sat down and devoured all of it while watching the last 10 minutes of X-Men. When it was over, I refused to watch Jumper and we put in the second disc of Firefly. (Which, I have fallen in love with howevermany years after everyone else.) I realized at 8:30 after an episode ended, a new Anita book came out and I was supposed to go to the book store, and instead I went home to have dinner with my roommate. I was nearly stupefied. How could I let this happen? How could I do this to Jean-Claude? How could I do this to Micah...and Nathanial... and Asher... and Jason... and Cookie? Do I have a fever? What's wrong with me? Edward would be so dissapointed.

I asked puppy to come with me to the book store, well, I bribed him with Jamba Juice. On the way there, I pointed out the scary Cub Foods. Every time I go in there, I swear more than half of the people are aliens. It is indefinably creepy. He told me he never had that experience, that everyone seemed normal, and some of the cashiers are actually cute.

Suspicious, I know.


We picked up the book (and I met a woman who was wearing my cardigan and had also been to the RT convention, Squee!) and just as I was about to hide under the covers and read the book, he insisted we finish that disc of Firefly, and I did. When the disc finished, it was nearly midnight, and I was exhausted. I went to bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the mountain of pillows that is my bed.

I have had a Laurell K. Hamilton book for hours and haven't read a single paragraph. Of course, I fully plan on eating ice cream (and possibly brownies) for dinner tonight and reading until I pass out. I am on alert for any suspicious behaviors by myself or others. I checked the back of my head today, to see if I have an alien parasite controlling my brain. I can't feel one, so I am pretty sure I am safe....or am I?