Miah - Handywoman

I built a towel rack. Sure, it had instructions and came in a box. But I put the little blighter together with my own two hands and no help, thank you very much.

Was horribly embarrassed at Red Lobster last night. Got violently ill toward the end of the meal (upon retrospect, I suspect the culprit was the shrimp and lobster fondue) and ended up on the bathroom floor... ill. The very polite waitress came by to see if I needed assistance (which, at that point, I did) and to make sure it wasn't the food. I felt bad about making her find my husband and bring him into the bathroom to scrape me off the floor, so I told her it probably wasn't the food.

Felt better after a few hours. Wasn't too bad. Much better than the last case of food poisoning (probably because I only had a piece of shrimp and a bit of the lobster and therefore didn't have much to get rid of) where you could set your watch by my trips to pray to the porcelain god.

But, enough of that. DH and I are getting new cell phones today so my number will be changing in a matter of hours. Old number will still work until nearly Christmas, cause that's when the contract expires.

Interesting tidbit. I'm close enough to base that I can feel the house shake when the artillery goes off. And yes, Jason has already made the first joke about DH's "artillery".

It's very lonely here. DH has the car and I can't call people until late at night because everyone works or is asleep.

Loved finding grandpoohbah's LJ.

Miah - Handywoman

I built a towel rack. Sure, it had instructions and came in a box. But I put the little blighter together with my own two hands and no help, thank you very much.

Was horribly embarrassed at Red Lobster last night. Got violently ill toward the end of the meal (upon retrospect, I suspect the culprit was the shrimp and lobster fondue) and ended up on the bathroom floor... ill. The very polite waitress came by to see if I needed assistance (which, at that point, I did) and to make sure it wasn't the food. I felt bad about making her find my husband and bring him into the bathroom to scrape me off the floor, so I told her it probably wasn't the food.

Felt better after a few hours. Wasn't too bad. Much better than the last case of food poisoning (probably because I only had a piece of shrimp and a bit of the lobster and therefore didn't have much to get rid of) where you could set your watch by my trips to pray to the porcelain god.

But, enough of that. DH and I are getting new cell phones today so my number will be changing in a matter of hours. Old number will still work until nearly Christmas, cause that's when the contract expires.

Interesting tidbit. I'm close enough to base that I can feel the house shake when the artillery goes off. And yes, Jason has already made the first joke about DH's "artillery".

It's very lonely here. DH has the car and I can't call people until late at night because everyone works or is asleep.

Loved finding grandpoohbah's LJ.