It redeems me after last week's disaster:
Now I know the pitfalls of a too-soft filling. I ended up bringing it to church on Thursday and my group members made it into a model of Waterloo with Trader Joe's animal crackers.
But at work when I brought in the good cake and mentioned I'd made one the week before that sucked one of the new group members said they would have eaten it anyway, they're equal-opportunity cake-eaters. Good to know!
Though I would still be embarassed to bring in the blue disaster.
The funny smell has been coming from the downstairs neighbors' often enough that I ended up with this collection of candle detritus:
I like the picture, I don't like the smell. Found out from the landlady it's supposedly Chinese herbs. Still, I'm not going to accept feeling nauseated in my own apartment. The next time I smell the smell I'm having a dance party in high heels. Or just getting my hammer out and making my point a little more directly.
But I want to buy my own place, preferably one without shared floors or walls. So, while I was burning more candles the other night, I figured out that if I reduce my retirement savings I might be able to do that in another year. That would be awesome. I just need to find a place that doesn't need too many repairs since I am demonstrably not handy.
Only six weeks of work until I take a month off for Christmas, and one of those I'll be gone at a conference and there's Thanksgiving in there too. Woo hoo! Unfortunately we added an extra experiment on so I'm running around this week, but I'm hopeful I'll be able to churn out the report that's due before the end of the year without much trouble. I did almost a quarter of it today, and that was in between a lot of running around.
And I mean running around literally. I kept having to look for people who sit on the first or third floors and my desk is on the second. So it was up and down stairs over and over. Which are oddly dusty. Our offices got renovated a few months ago and I don't think they've been vacuumed since. The new carpet is darker than the old carpet, so maybe it's just more visible now. But it makes me wish I had a Dustbuster. Though I'd have to go in on the weekend to do it, people would think that was weird. Probably.
Off topic, I am in love with this clip from Glee. I hate the original song - it's so slutty, and it reminds me of pedophilia, plus Katy Perry's falsetto is atrocious. I'll turn it off if it comes on the radio. But an all-male a capella group performing it? ::Swoon:: I've been letting it play on repeat.
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