Too tired to be artful...

Between doing rounds as the co-pilot on the Drunk Shuttle and the time change, I'm exhausted. I do not handle these time changes well to begin with, having been born in Arizona which does not have daylight savings. Best thing I can say about the drunk shuttle last night is that everyone remembered their address. Could not begin to imagine how difficult it is for drunks to remember where they LIVE! We drove one idiot around last month to FIVE different locations, before he managed to figure out where he lived (had the apartment complex name screwed up, and stupidly the navy barracks have names very similar to several complexes for added difficulty). I was ready to drop the guy off at the MP shack and let them deal with him, but the guy finally managed to tell us the right location.

Yesterday was a very full day. The incense workshop went very well, though as always, attendence was less than stellar. Sabrina, Danielle and her friend, Tea, who suffers from a rather severe case of Cerebal Palsy (sp?) did attend - so things were wonderfully casual and fun. I made a batch of Kyphi, a traditional Egyptian incense - or rather, I made most of a batch. The raisins are still dehydrating, as we need them essentially dessicated and once that is done, I can add the honey and wine.

Ended the day at the theatre to see "Ice Age 2" (we let Tea choose the movie), which is actually funnier than the first one. Watching Josh carry Tea around, from the house to the car, car to wheelchair, etc. was a wonderful warm and fuzzy feeling.

Its so wonderful having a tall, strong-backed hubby - who as I type at work should be working on re-installing the fence!

Going overboard, together

Today when I got home hubby had several big surprises for me. The kind of big surprises that instantly remind me of the sort of playful antics that made me fall in love with him.

We had previously made a decision to put a collar on Fudge now that he's making regular forays outdoors via the doggie door. So hubby, not being a normal sort of guy, decides to take advantage of the fact we have a 16 pound, long-haired black cat and gets Fudge a spiked collar. Complete with purple name tag and silver bell. I kid you not.

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