Axe and cream
Aug. 23rd, 2006 10:31 pmYou realize that now I have to sell the books with Soldrun in them.
Also I have to find a place to put it in the office here. If only there wasn't a built-in ironing board, that would be the obvious spot. (But if only there wasn't a built-in ironing board, we probably would have put a bookshelf there.)
Also, dairy-eating Minneapolitans, quick! Before it's all gone! Pumphouse Creamery is selling blueberry buttermilk ice cream, and it is the taste to which blueberry cheesecake has previously aspired! It's right there next to the Levain/Turtle Bread/Pizza Biga complex on fortymumble and Chicago, and you, too, can have blueberry buttermilk ice cream! Or chocolate brownie with dried Door Cty. cherries, or many other happy things. And also the owner will remember you; at least, she remembers me.
And according to your wishes -- or at least the wishes of some of you -- as expressed in yesterday's poll, I have had some chocolate and soaked in hot water, and now the beastlet is falling asleep on my lap, with her head draped over my arm, and I will wander off to do important things like removing my contacts.
Oh, and
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Date: 2006-08-24 05:38 pm (UTC)My dad bought an axe for a friend once. His friend was finishing training to be a volunteer fireman, so Dad took the big friendly yellow dog to the fire station a few streets away, asked how he could buy a regulation fire axe and what would be best, saw the catalogue, and presented it to his friend a couple weeks later, neatly wrapped. At the high school where they both teach, where weapons are not supposed to be allowed.
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Date: 2006-08-30 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-30 05:37 pm (UTC)