I have a new dining room that is a veritable dining room now. pictures soon. dean and i sat down and had dinner together. K would have joined us but for the fact that he scarfed his down faster than I could finish making ours. it was quesadilla night, and K's being just cheese was easier to fix. but still. the old dining room table is now the computer table. I think we need to rearrange the whole apartment, but the dining room is really looking superfab.
I haven't had my own dining room since I lived with J-hon, and even that wasn't anything like this.
I'm reading a history of the reformation by Diarmaid McCullough, and Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom on the fiction side of things. Lo! She has rediscovered her book gene!!!
Our tomato plant and pepper plant are very productive. Now if the dern veggies would *ripen.*
ok, i'm calmed down. really, it's not that i'm easily offended; it's just really easy to make me blush when TMI gets passed along the pike. I know where to expect it on my flist, and that doesn't generally bother me; i've got ALL images with placeholders so that nothing blatant shows up without my clicking on it. but i do get weirded out by it on my own journal. some of you from the phillygoth days may remember just how bent out of shape I got when Rob invoked my sex life on it, and even I knew it was a joke. and i know i will never live down the dummytown thread where i freaked out over a thread on STDs because I felt that people were making fun of a public health problem that needs to be taken seriously. I'm not good at taking jokes about pr0n or myself-as-sexual-entity. Issues? Sure. I just know what I can handle gracefully, and what makes me turn into a paranoid shrew.
But I appreciate your apologies and know that none of you meant to make me all discombobulated. I guess I just needed to say, hey, I'm a close-the-blinds kind of gal.