Axe and cream

[mrissa]

greykev brought me a birthday axe. Not a guitar. Not some other obscure slang reference. Axe, subcategory bearded.

You 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 timprov's chair came, but my DVDs did not. Tomorrow. I really do hope.