Anyway, I did not plan it for the 4th, but it happened anyway. wolfwings drove me up to Robin Leyden's, then skidaddled off to Rick & Tess'. sardonicus stayed home because he was thrashed. I did not intend for my visit to be on the 4th (in fact I thought the 4th was on Monday when I was making the plans), but it worked out that way.
It was obnoxiously fun to see them again, I got to see the squirrels (Winston is hilarious, he's so FAT) and I brought corn on the cob for the grill. We also had steak (New York flank) and ice cream (cookies & cream and coffee almond stuff, both of which I brought). Robin and I discussed vicodin and pain, and I showed him my collection of yaoi/shota porn. (He enthused over Dr. Ten the last time I was over.) I pointed him to Jqueen.
Saw Bruce Allmighty and yes, finally, the 2nd Harry movie. Basilisk = sexy.
Unfortunately, on my way out, I lost my balance and fell in the driveway. Gave my foot a damn good whack, I think it's still sore. I'm tempted to tell them to x-ray it AGAIN before surgery to make sure there's no progressive damage from all the whacking it's recieved due to me falling from the crutches. Grr.
I am, as a rule, fond of sparkly explody things, but I did not see any fireworks. The company of good friends was more important.
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The Well-Endowed Kitchen Wench Look, if you’re going to keep slipping in the rain, at least stop wearing those revealing cotton gowns.
Look, if you’re going to keep slipping in the rain, at least stop wearing those revealing cotton gowns.
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