Teething

Oh, the indignity. My body has decided to make up for being an early bloomer in every other respect one can imagine by waiting until now to produce my top left wisdom tooth. I had been telling people I only had the bottom two, like my mom. Apparently I have three wisdom teeth. How bizarre. I'm nearly 27. I should not be teething.

Another girlhood dream shattered

lydy informs me that I could not be demure if I tried. Well, I suppose in the long-run it's probably better to find these things out early so I can cross them off the list and go on to something else. There is, of course, gaaldine's and my aspiration to cuteness, which always requires attention. I would think it would be enough for us to be cuddly, but I suspect gaaldine will push the envelope to wuddly as well. That's the good thing about working on projects together: you can push each other to new heights of treacle achievement. Anyway, I swear this dress was demure on the catalog model, but on me it is...not. Ah well.

I was speculating about pear crisp earlier, and it turns out that I can, in fact, make pear crisp. And now ( so can you! )

The recipe I started out with was just plain wrong in so many ways. But I fixed it.

It has been an exceptionally people-y day, and in addition to the crisp I made salads and a mushroom risotto, so it ended up kind of kitchen-y, too. So I think it's going to be time to sprawl out on the bed and read A Civil Campaign soon. And drink water: I've had a really dry throat in the last few days, and I don't know why. And then tomorrow I will call the chiropractor and get back to short stories or possibly, if I am weak, The Mark of the Sea Serpent. So.