... I've been nudged. ^_^ Therefore I shall update.
I've pretty much been working. That's it. >.> I'm actually full of interesting stories today, but I think they're a bit TMI, personally. Leave it to this: Aunt Flo's in town, and MAN is she a bitch.
Went to the Ren Fair yesterday. I have the feeling I'd like them a lot more if I were a) with people who were more into it, and would get me more into it or b)actually a part of it all. But I'm not, and the people that are know I'm not, and thus I felt a bit awkward and confused. Oh well. Still fun. The best part of my day was definitely getting to see Mike there in full armor. He really made everyone around him look silly. He just looked... awesome. Even Jenny, who was not comfortable and was, therefore, a bit critical of most people, was very impressed, and said so. He looked like what everyone else there probably dreamed of looking like one day. It was awesome (my thesauras is missing), truly. It could have only been better if Abi could have been there to complete the lovely set.
Abi, I totally fangirled your husband when he wasn't looking. Dun tell. >.>;
After the Ren Fair we blundered about and ended up at Jen's (well, her mom's) watching Matilda and eating pizza. Made by Jenny. Mind you, the pizza was frozen. Funny story there. See, Jen's Mom's oven only has one rack. This makes for an interesting time trying to cook two pizzas. Jenny, being the determined young lass that she is, decided to try for it, but only after she'd already let the cheese pizza cook a bit. So she managed to wedge the pepperoni pizza in too, and we sat back, pleased with her ingenuity.
Until she went to check the pizza.
All we heard was a yelp, a thud sound, and Jenny cursing and calling for help. We ran in (well, I rather limped in since I was bent over clutching my tummy. I hate Aunt's.) to the kitchen to find her frantically holing the over door with one had and a large fork with the other. The fork was under the pep pizza, which, somehow, had <i>cooked itself into the oven door and stuck there</i>. So. Mae grabbed another fork, a much tinier one, might I add, and took the other corner of the pizza. I, between laughter, managed to take Jenny's fork and add my own to the collection. Jen went for a plate, Mae was burned by the door, and we managed to get the pep pizza out of danger. The cheese, forgotten in all the screaming and laughter, had, by the time, gotten all the way through "done" and come right out the other side. The cheese was a bit black. Tasted fine though.
All in all, a good day.
Today, not so much. Without going into detail, I managed to have to come home early to change clothes and pretty much did nothing all day but read. Because it hurt to move too much. Found that the cats had destroyed the kitchen. Cleaned it up. Cleaned a bit more. Jenny got home and we went to Wal-Mart for flea stuff and cleaning supplies. Gave cats a much-needed bath. Fleas hopefully dying. Mira was covered in them. We didn't even know until we had her wet and could see them. I'm taking her to the vet or something. The Flea stuff I used a few days ago isn't doing anything. She is nice and soft thoguh, just not flea-free, which was kinda the point.
I hate fleas.
Cleaned a lot after the baths. House looks pretty good. Hopefully going to concert tomorrow in knoxville. Good times.
Aaaand I'm done.
PS. I love Terry Pratchett more and more every day. | 
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