Daily Archive: February 7, 2004

Backhanded compliments are so fun. Your mind just twists them around and around like a little möbius strip. Apparently, I use this LJ thing too much as a journal (the laundry is all done) and not enough as a blog (I saw a velvet sky tonight, streetlights spread their clean, white light). To that I say: Pbbbb!!! 😛 My brother, the idea man, has told me in no uncertain terms that I need to do more creative writing here. The latin phrase with which I’ve titled this journal seems to have escaped him. Or else it’s not IN THAT CRAPPY...

There’s just something about a successful dinner party that makes you feel all warm and socially competent. 🙂 I left work early yesterday, picked up a package at the post office (Ducati calendar for Anders!), picked up garlic spread and marinated olives from our local kebab/pizza joint, picked up the kids, and then got home with an hour to clean up before our guests arrived. Since the house was in decent condition, that worked out perfectly. We had 2 couples over, people we really like. Barbara and Paul have a 20-month old and a 4-week old, both girls, and both...