Woman and child not included. Which is good because we barely have room for the couch.

Neil Gaiman asked, on his blog, if we could please go see Stardust today, and so we did.

He needn’t thank us directly, we were happy to do it.

I made a pie today. I was able to do so because it has been fairly cool here lately. Upper 60’s low 70’s… I love it. I stepped outside my Pie Comfort Zone (PCZ) and made something different. I pretty much have pumpkin and pecan down pat. It’s my job to make them for Thanksgiving. But it’s not pumpkin pie season. In keeping with my P Pie theme, I made peach. I hunted the peaches down at the farmers market, skinned and butchered them myself. I did not, however, make the crust. I’m not a complete fool.

It turned out scrumdilicious. I would have taken pictures of the making and final product except… I’m no better at photography than I am cooking. Besides, my kitchen was a mess. And not in an interesting artistic way. I was cooking piles of bacon at the same time I was making pie. For bacon bits, for baked potatoes. Anyhoo, L is someone who not only cooks amazing things, but also takes fabulous pictures of what she is making. Go look at her site if you want to see pretty food.

I make up for the lack of “interesting” in my post by providing you with a nice link to another blog. See how that works?

I usually don’t blog about my dreams because I think people don’t really find your dreams as interesting as you do. So unless I can keep it brief, or really entertaining, I avoid it.

I’ll keep this brief.

Last night I dreamt my stepfather was still alive. His wife called me to tell me they brought him home from the hospital because he wanted to die at home. However, it was very upsetting to see him like that, so they kept the lights off. In order to see where he was, they painted him with glow in the dark paint. And I could see them as they moved his arms and legs around, that’s all you could see, as the rest of the room was pitch black.

So, what the fuck?

Christmas – 9th grade. Check out the feathered hair. That didn’t just happen, kids. That took skill and serious time in front of the mirror.

Click to see the hair up close.

Fridays are our Saturdays. (and Saturdays are our Sundays, and so on.) Fridays are my favorite days. Fridays are the days in which we Get Things Done. Usually outside of the home. That may be one reason I like them so much, I don’t get out much. Fridays are days which we might go to a movie, go grocery shopping, shop for something we need, generally run errands.

Yesterday we went shopping for a couch. And while shopping for a couch, I realized that this was why I liked Fridays so much. We were wandering through IKEA, testing couches, talking about which kitchen we liked best and why. It may sound pretty dull, talking home furnishings. But it is actually quite wonderful. Just being together, walking around, talking about housing dreams, commenting on the ugly stuff. In the past, I would have walked through IKEA alone, and enjoyed it. But it’s not the same. It just made me… happy. Hokey? Perhaps. But I’m not sorry.

Saturdays are the days Wil gets to do whatever he wants, I don’t drag him anywhere if I can help it. usually video games is what he wants. We did buy a couch, not at IKEA. It is THE COUCH OF MY DREAMS. We’ll talk about that later.