Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.
I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?
Speaking of stains, our new vacuum, the Dyson Animal, came with this godlike cleaner called Dyzolv, which removes all sorts of fesky substances (including a pervasive bongwater stain in our family room). Don't know if it works on tea, though.
We're back from Texas! threetimes met us at the airport with bells on, and we came right home to give everybunny much love and ear scritches. I'm just not the same without daily kitty tummy therapy. Not to mention Geo tummy rubs. I'm really looking forward to spending a weekend without traveling anywhere, except maybe to buy a new fridge and pick up the dining room table. The wedding and reception was lovely. The actual ceremony was a bit stilted (e.g. "Take heed to the sage words of the Buddha..."), but I was gratified that it was short and sans Jesus. One minor issue: who plans an outdoor wedding in Austin during July? It was easily over 100˚ (and humid, of course). I pitied those wearing suits and ties. D and I saw Spiderman 2 the day before we left, mostly to enjoy air-conditioned goodness for a couple of hours. Hotel swan update: apparently, there used to be two (brothers). One consumed a quarter thrown in by an irreverent guest, fell ill, and was violently killed by the other. The tragedian in me appreciates the storyline, but human hubris should be followed by human suffering, not, as is pervasive in our society, that of other animals.
I spend yesterday in bed, and last night at Kaiser, securing antibiotics and codeine-enhanced syrup for this icky illness I've been trying to ignore for a couple of weeks now. I rarely get sick, and I wanted to stave this one off with sheer willpower, as I usually do, but finally succumbed. I went to work today, went swimming and hiked around Lincoln Park, and I feel tons better already.