Daniel and I choose to have a BS Valentine’s this year and really outdid ourselves: I got him two books by Dan Simmons and he got me Star Trek on blu-ray. He had fancy steak and I had heart shaped crab cakes. That crack is… significant. I’m sure there’s a metaphor somewhere.

We rounded out the day with BS apple pie – which is similar to regular apple pie EXCEPT since I had no top crust I had to quickly fashion something with whatever mats were in my kitchen. Luckily I had some vegetable shortening and flour. Just add some extra sugar and it doesn’t come out half bad.

Regrettably I did not plan ahead candle wise. I had no tapers and was instead reduced to stacking up many many tea lights. I also busted out a big heart shaped candle which I acquired somewhere unknown. It’s been in my possession more than 4 years and less than 10 so there’s a clue.

In Short:
-BS Valentine’s = BS gifts
-When people want pie they will make it happen
-I have a lot of objects with origin unknown

Daniel and I are fleeing the coast for the serene comfort of middle-west America. (Daniel keeps accidentally calling it the mideast because we’re on the west coast now and Minnesota is, therefore, east of us. I laughed the first time but now I just nod disappointedly.)

We’re not worried about being away that long though. My friend’s going to check in on the place. A lot. And then there are my dogs. My really big, ferocious dogs. I just hope I don’t forget to set the deadly, invisible laser beam security. And I really hope I remember to disable it when we get back.

Should be a good trip!

Briefly:
-Daniel: still kind of strange.
-Living on the coast is cooler than living in the middle… not weather wise of course.  No, it’s much warmer here.
-Don’t break into my house while I’m gone or you’ll regret it.

Talked to my dad today. After a month of me not posting new comics, he called to ask what was going on. He also bought himself a violin. I forgot to ask why. After we hung up, I begrudgingly looked through my pile of potential comics and found something that made me giggle. One hour later – viola! New comic.

I made pasta for dinner. While I was stirring the noodles, Daniel attempted to help himself to a bite of mozzarella cheese – unshredded mozzarella, that is. He took a bite; I told him that wasn’t how adults behaved and a terrible grimace appeared on his face as he walked over to the garbage. “This Cheese has gone bad,” he proclaimed. Serves him right, I say.

Daniel’s been on my bad side ever since he failed to support my latest endeavor: growing a pumpkin. I carved up one last Saturday (and after many margaritas somehow managed not to cut myself). While scooping out the seeds, I found one that was just starting to split open. As in the way seeds split when they’re going to start growing into something awesome. It’s wrapped up in a wet paper towel on my window ledge now. Well I can’t put it outside… someone might steal it.

In sum:
-Dad’s going to become a violin player (or perhaps just a musical instrument collector of some sort)
-Daniel doesn’t like moldy cheese
-I’m growing my own pumpkin.