My mom spent this last weekend in Cambodia with my brother, which was awesome. But on her last full day there, she fell down and fractured her right leg. I got an email asking me to find out which hospital she'd need to go to. I feel bad because I didn't check my email last night before sleep, so I couldn't call until this morning. The consulting nurse laughed halfway through and said, "I just got a call from your father asking the exact same thing." So she will get out of a really long plane ride, followed by customs, just to go to the emergency room. That will suck a lot.
We had a party for
wanderingfey and
pseudodragon on Saturday, which went really, really well. People came, played games, talked, ate, and generally had a really darned good time. I tend to get freaked out beforehand about the amount of work, and it always seems to go better than I imagined. And we really do need to entertain more, At least small gatherings, if nothing else.
V-day wasn't much. We walked around Redmond in the rain, had some pretty good Cajun food at a lovely restaurant (Alligator Soul, if anyone's keeping track) and came home. I promptly passed out for 12 hours. This whole "waking up at 7" thing really sucks when you've been up until one or two in the morning.
And I am getting better at omelet-making.
We had a party for
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V-day wasn't much. We walked around Redmond in the rain, had some pretty good Cajun food at a lovely restaurant (Alligator Soul, if anyone's keeping track) and came home. I promptly passed out for 12 hours. This whole "waking up at 7" thing really sucks when you've been up until one or two in the morning.
And I am getting better at omelet-making.