Hello, Monday. I've got my eye on you.
So far, it's been a productive day. My company just moved into a new building that we bought, and we are settling into our new (slightly smaller, actually) cubicles. The higher-ups got their own, private offices, though. This whole move is basically a blow-job for their egos. But it IS a nice, new building. And we have a large window in our (yes "our," I now have cube mates) area. Beautiful view.
Also: glare-y. I have a headache already, and I am not usually prone to headaches. I can stare at my own reflection in my computer monitor all day, though, and keep an eye on any wayward strands of hair.
Hello, me!
Not bad for my vanity, but sucks for my eyes.
The weekend was great, though. We went and checked out the wedding venue with some family members who were in town, and it snowed and was very romantic, and I got to wear my yummy fuzzy (faux-fur) coat, and the guy who owns the place gave us all a large glass of wine.
I like him very much.
It was a bit of an issue heading back DOWN the mountain in the snowstorm, but we made it, and the following day my parents threw us a little party. Kind of an engagement party for the family. There was yummy food and fun people (and wine! Oh, wine! And champagne, yum!) and the most delicious chocolate cake I have ever eaten in my life ohmygod. I don't have a picture, yet, but when I do, I will be sure to link it. It was a layer of truffle (like a hunk o' chocolate) with a layer of cake, a layer of mousse, a layer of cake, and then chocolate gooey icing all over the top. With no fruit filling, as The Funausaurus would say, "to contaminate it."
Reason # 65,659 I will marry him: he's also a purist when it comes to chocolate. And cake. Making chocolate cake a double-whammy.
So we had all our families together, and our grandmothers got along quite well, considering they are both basically deaf but good at smiling.
My throat still hurts, but I am so busy I don't have time to go to the doctor BEFORE I LEAVE FOR GERMANY NEXT SATURDAY! So I'm hoping that if I drink enough wine the alcohol will kill off whatever germs are making me feel like a swallowed sandpaper laced with fiberglass shards. And also really fucking sharp knives.
Hello, pinot noir. Save me.
Love,
Princess My-Throat-Huuuurts. Guten tag.
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3 comments:
I think that being deaf and smiling a lot is an excellent base for a long term relationship.
love the term "blow-job for their egos" I will be stealing this.
that chocolate cake sounds YUMMY. And all I heard was "Chocolate" "more chocolate" and "even more chocolate".
You should have it as your wedding cake. Or something similar.
AND.
It's nice to see that you subscribe to the pink shoe philosphy when it comes to illness: Drink more, that should fix it.
Bad girl. No wine for you. You must consume inordinate amounts of warm tea, honey, lemons and water! Vitamin C is your saving grace, and not the kind of C that comes from fermented grape juice, mind you!
Hydrate thyself, dear Misus Highness! It is the only way to overcome the ickies.
(Hope you feel better, and I so wish I had some of that cake right now, YUM)
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