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My house is full of rainsounds.

Woke up at 6, 8, 9, and 10 am. Finally couldn't take it anymore and got up before 11, released the weasels, dragged my clothes on, and trekked out to the local upscale grocery store for provisions. Still haven't done a major grocery trip, and didn't do one today. Did, however, buy nice local corn (which I let Otto hide under the radiator when I got home), and get a lovely sandwich I will likely have for lunch, in an effort to make up for the three different fried meats I had yesterday for dinner. I'm still unhappy about that.

Went to the Starbucks by the upscale grocery store; pondered my socio-economic and marital status in the context of that Starbucks, bought a chai and a NYT, and came home. Cleaned the ferrets' room and pulled their a/c, in the process discovering that there's a flower growing out of my exterior wall on the second floor. Nearly dropped the iPhone (aka Isobel) two stories while trying to take a pic. Finished cleaning ferrets' room, popped Isobel and my sewing kit in the laundry basket to carry downstairs along with the laundry. Nearly left Isobel in the basket when putting laundry into machine, but rescued her in time (though did drop her on the floor yesterday. Maybe I do need to get a case). Gloriously, basement not full of water; yet, not empty of water either. Optimist will call it half empty.

Retrieved corn from under radiator, and uploaded flower photo. Noticed that I own, not counting Isobel, three digital cameras, having been a long-time beneficiary of kyriotate's Second-Hand Electronics program. I don't think I need these anymore. Looking over photostream, realized that of all my pics, the ones getting the most attention (by far) seem to be two of my second floor bathroom. I'll admit it's a nice bathroom, but that's still pretty weird. Realized that yesterday, one of my friends found me on flickr, and there was some friending going on, but now I can't find him. Sigh. Having friends on the internet is hard.

The rest of the day is as follows: football, newspaper, laundry, sewing, sandwich, beating ferrets, perhaps napping.

Got home from ratsitting just in time for it to pour down rain, with lighting and thunder and the works. So I unpacked my shopping victories (two cute kicky skirts, two bulky sweaters, and soon it will be fall!), assisted by the ferrets, in between dragging them around the downstairs on my picnic blanket, which still smells like the park from last week. Also going room to room, lighting candles, because why have electric light when you can have the other, especially when it's raining. Dinner is leftover movie popcorn (I bought a bag on the way out of the theatre - what?), which I will share with Otto (he loves popcorn, but has never had the Real Thing, with all the butter and salt - I will miss him when it gives him a heart attack). Then, when they settle (which I imagine must be much like, "when the kids go to bed", only I can forcibly put them to bed and Child Protective Services won't come for me), more computer game time - I am sort of appalled to find how much it is like the comic - to not-at-all-appropriate-for-children levels - but it's at the same time completely awesome, so I cannot argue. And maybe, later, ice cream cake.

I could definitely have written that as one long sentence. I'm in that sort of mood.

Other things: haircut, Dark Knight, did I tell you it's raining, new glare-proof film for the iPhone, online shopping, two more days off!

Approximate number of guests: 35

Number of guests under the age of 3: 1.7

Percent of guests under the age of 3 who threw temper tantrums: 0 (and she was very social as well!)

Number of chipotle barbecue wings left in my fridge: approx. 10

On a scale of one to ten, the amount of fear I have that if I open the fridge, proximity to the wings will actually set me on fire: 10

Oddest place I found chipotle barbecue sauce: on my teakettle

Number of tiny bottles of cinnamon schnapps which appeared on the drinks table: 2

Number of empty bottles of Boone's Farm I found in my house: even the one is too many

Percent of giant 40th birthday cake (not me!) still in my fridge: 13%

Number of cokes left in my house: 0

On a scale of one to ten, how much I wanted a coke as soon as I realized there weren't any: 50

Time party wrapped up: 2am

Time hostess wrapped up: midnight (they just don't make us like they used to)

I have deduced, by scientific observation, that heavy whipping cream increases in density if left untouched for a long period of time. I say that because the carton I bought for xmas 2006, which I just found at the back of the fridge, has begun to implode. I can only presume that, if I left it long enough, it would collapse in onto itself and cause a small black hole in the fridge. Which, while scientifically interesting, was not an outcome I desired, so I threw it away. Along with the seven beers which have been in there since the same year. How did seven beers survive for that long in my fridge? It's not like people never come over. Must have been a really bad beer.

I read this a while back, and meant to link it but didn't have reliable lj access at the time. And then I kept forgetting, because I am like that.

"When I was single, I decided I wouldn't marry a man unless I could be proud if we had a son who turned out exactly like him."

As a single girl not on the marriage track, I don't really have any experience in this arena, but I do have to say that it was a sentence which got my attention, and then caused me to re-evaluate all my previous relationships. It seems like the most obvious thing in the world, but it never crossed my mind before. Now it may be the single criteria by which I judge any future marriage proposals.

"Will you marry me?"
*pause* "No, I can't. You're rude to waiters."

That's a joke actually - I would never even date someone who was rude to waiters.

Starbucks update: This Sunday - same Starbucks, same order, same barista - total cost? $9.49. That's what I'm talking about, barista-boy (who, by the way, looked like a tiny, nervous Jake Gyllenhall, except his eyes were two different colors (Or I think they were; they were sort of shifty)).

And what did I find on my porch when I got home today?

1) a huge box of books I ordered from Powell's, including a book on Barbarossa (to follow up on Stalingrad: The Fateful Siege, which is awesome if you like that sort of thing), a book of short scary stories chosen by Edward Gorey, and a memoir of a guy who got a lobotomy.

2) my next Netflix movie

3) the 2009 Ikea catalog

I just....I don't know where to start!

I finally bowed to peer pressure (I know, I know, I'll be smoking next) and purchased a shiny new iPhone today. I was fourth in a wee little 8am line, the process was largely painless, and the only sad part is that my old phone is so thoroughly, completely dead that I can't pull my existing numbers off it. So, the only people I can call are the people whose numbers I know (which is like, one guy), and people who call me (which has been, at this point, one other guy). It actually disturbs me how few numbers I know, because who will I call when it's 4am and I have been abducted and robbed and my phone stomped on by reprobates, and I manage to find the only payphone in East Baltimore you can make outgoing calls from and I need a ride home? That could totally happen!

What? Oh right, iPhone. It's upstairs charging (I hope; that socket is particularly loose), and it's very hard for me not to be fiddling with it at all times, including now, but I am showing restraint and will play with it later, probably while I am driving. I have already used it to take ferret pictures, play music, and Surf the Web; later, I will figure out how to track my friends like tagged sharks swimming about the Pacific. Yes, it is Shark Week on Discovery, why do you ask?

Per National Geographic, the Least Weasel, with a bite force of three pounds, has a bite significantly stronger than one would expect by its size, on par with the bite of a Tasmanian Devil (per pound). Per my personal experience, the Slightly Greater Domestic Weasel has a bite significantly more startling than one would expect, especially when the bite-ee is getting nipped on the back of the thigh. At least I could have seen the Tasmanian Devil coming.

In other news: Bacon is still awesome. Ants are still not awesome. My cell phone is dying a slow, bleeping death. The iPhone beckons....

I have made the Great Leap Backward and managed to achieve something that many people only dream about - wired internet connectivity! Yes, my lovely XO is connected to a USB converter to an actual wire, which is running into my poor left-out wireless router! I know, you can barely believe it, but I am very proud. Now I will connect the 50' network cable I have, so I can take the XO into the kitchen. Revolution!

Side note: Though it's rather sticky and overcast today, last night was the first perfect night of summer (yes, I know it's not summer; hush). It was still a bit light at 9pm, the air temperature was like being in a warm bath which was slowly cooling down, and eveyone I saw looked mellow and slow-moving. We don't get too many nights like that, and soon we'll all be oppressed by the heat - but enjoy them while you have them! They bring on interesting dreams.