Little Fayoumis's little friends (who I shall call Tommy and Angelica, after the Rugrats, though Tommy's the older and Angelica is the younger) came over, and the only casualty of that war was when Angelica kicked the ball in the house, and it flew around and went way too high and could have broken something, and that was the end of that game, as I confiscated the ball and gave it back to the Little Fayoumis after they left.
I'm better about hanging with them when they're not here the whole day. That was fine.
Then votania came home, looking bedraggled and green about the gills. She got settled down on the couch with a glass of ginger ale, and I made soup: chicken broth, rice, and shreds of turkey lunch meat. Yum.
I perkily announced my intentions to hit Sam's on the bus. votania proposed that I take B. So, after a short lie-down with a book to make sure I'd be conscious enough, I headed off.
I love driving. I have to mention that. I love driving. There's just something about how the wheel fits into my hand, how the car practically follows my thoughts as I move it... I love driving. I poked at the radio until it gave me that one light rock station, and I happily listened...
Wandered around the store, happily looking at nonessentials, and scratching things off the list. I want a set of silverware and a complete set of good dishes. I want a new tam htab, by any other name. I want an automatic ice-cream freezer. And permanent markers always make me happy...
...So I shopped. And I came home, happily driving like I'd been born to it. I parked perfectly. It just takes practice for it to come back to me...
marxdarx was home. votania craved ice-cream. He went to the store. We ate half a gallon between us all. I think I got the smallest portion, which is quite all right.
The Little Fayoumis got ready for bed. He was told that he was supposed to get his drink of water after brushing his teeth, before his story. It somehow slipped his mind. So, when he asked for it after the story? No. This prompted more of the yowl that rivals the car alarms. (As a parent, I can tell the difference between crying-because-of-problem and crying-for-drama. For one, he's a lot more quiet when it's real crying...)
Now, Cartman seems to be down again.
"update 9:01pm pdt: we'd forgot to update the network duplex when installing the new OS earlier. when to change it live (which works with some drivers), but apparently the new code in the linux e100 driver to change it live sucks and the interface went down. lisa's on her way to fix on-site.
the site will be fast and fully operational shortly. (she lives close to the servers)
Meanwhile, I'm surfing Something Awful's Harry Potter covers. ataniell93 sent the whole list there, and... Egads. The Lockhart book was the one that made me say this, specifically. I am scarred. Scarred, I tell you. And it's not lightning-bolt shaped!!