Passion fruit flavored rum followed shortly by spearmint toothpaste do not a good combination make.

Just sayin'.

Consider this your Public Service Announcement of the day.

Well, I no longer hate the world and everyone/everything in it today.  I'm just really, really depressed.  And I no longer want chocolate covered Oreos.  Now I want a cookie dough Blizzard.  And I can't have one.  Well, not unless I don't eat anything else today.

Someone renew my faith in humanity and prove to me that people really do love each other.  Because I'm not feeling it, at all.

The bus got caught in some really wretched traffic last night.  I left work at five.  I didn't walk in my front door until about eight.  Needless to day, I did NOT get any of my chores done, AND I went to bed late.  Again.  I could have done something at least, but Tommy talked me out of it.

So, today I have to tidy, dust and vacuum the front room, sweep and tidy the laundry room, clean the rat cage, clean the mouse cage, tidy, dust, sweep and mop the office, and clean the trash the neighbors throw in our yard off the frontage.  Oh, and sand and prime the spackle I put on the hole in the living room wall, and try to get some work done on all these projects I have to finish before Invasion. 

I keep telling Tommy that he does me no favors by talking me into putting off chores.  Then they just pile up and I have to do them all in one day.  Instead of doing half an hour or so every day, I end up doing three hours in one night.  No more.  I'm doing chores on the day they're supposed to be done from now on, because I'm really tired of having all my I could be accomplishing something time eaten up.

Goddess, WHY are there no Dairy Queens near my job!?  At this point I'm willing to go hungry the rest of the day for a Blizzard!

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I just found a live moth on the floor of the back office.  I took him out and put him in the tree.  Passing traffic looked at me funny.  Fuckers.  This is what I'm talking about; no respect for life, other people, nature, nothing.

Have some pictures:

King Wicked Pete poses in front of the gates of his realm, The Brewers Pub.

 

Bret Blackshear plays human statue to the befuddlement of the crowd.  I think it's the hat.

And on the other side of the bridge, Ik the King of the Trolls look up at the passing crowd from his home.  Under the bridge, where else?

I never did got around to feeling better last night.  I tried to go to bed early, but it just wasn't happening.  So I did some house cleaning, instead.  Tonight, when I get home, it will be putting laundry away time.  Joy.

I'm really crank today, if no one can tell.  don't give a shit about anything and just want to go back to bed forever and eat chocolate covered Oreos until I die from being fat.

Here's some pictures:

Holdyn's got Joni all tied up, and she doesn't look happy about it.  And Rosemary is absolutely scandalized.

 

Queen Gloriana in color accent.

And the Royal couple in color accent.  I've got to get a better picture of them when John's not waving around a faire map.

Happiness is checking your bank balance and wondering, "Where did all this money come from?"

Our tax rebate came in today.  YAY!  I'm being mostly responsible with my half: most of it is going straight against my credit card balance, though I'm reserving a little bit to fund my faire habit for the rest of the season.  I was thinking about skipping a few days because of money issues, but now I don't have to!

Also, I finally got last weekend's photos uploaded, tagged and sorted on my flickr.com account.  I'll spend the rest of the afternoon getting them up on Renspace.

And, here's your first dose of the weekly photos!

Ik the King of the Trolls has a soft spot for cute and cuddly wuddly little kittens!

Here's my elven pirate, in color accent!  I decided I make a hot elf.  I can't figure out why I think I look hot with elf ears and dumpy without.   It really is confusing.

And someone who is not in my ususal line up of entertainer photos, Barely Balanced!  But they play with fire!  I should spend more time at their shows!  Maybe they'll let me play with fire!

My folks came down for the faire this past weekend, again.  Mom had a great time, Dad had a good time.  Dad is also now on the list of people who are not allowed to play, unsupervised, with Carl Foster.

Mom had this excellent idea of an elven pirate, since I cut my hair, so I pulled out the elf ears and went bodiceless for a day.  I was pretty cute!  My folks survived the rain and damp of Saturday morning and early afternoon with reasonably good humor, and Mom got a reasonably good kick out of battle chess that afternoon.  She'd never seen it before.  She also tried to get them to take me as a "volunteer" for the board.  I tried to tell her it wasn't going to happen, but she didn't listen.

Sunday was (finally) a typical faire day.  The weather was gorgeous is a smidge on the hot side, and the crowds finally arrived!  Didn't do much of anything specific on Sunday besides a bit of wandering up the Tea Room side of faire, and the usual pub hang-out.  Oh, and got my bosom shaved by the crew of the Heaving Bosom.  Yeah, I was shocked, too.  I'm just standing around, watching the hilarity while they shave Dani and next thing I know Carl is lathering my boobs.  Whiskey has pictures.

Over the weekend, I took 342 pictures, so I may not be posting any of them until Wednesday.  I have to go through them all and do judicious cropping!

Well, the camera finally finished uploading, so time to dig into those pictures!