Okay, first question…do you guys really go to doctors for bloody broken TOES? They heal on their own in no time and are not anything incapacitating beyond soreness and annoyance. It’s just not an injury worthy of professional medical attention, IMHO. I mean, if the toe were detached, dangling by a tiny strip of skin…then, well yeah. Doctor. But I stubbed the darn thing on some bricks. Not exactly life-threatening injury. I think a doctor would laugh at me, wrap some tape around it and tell me to keep from slamming it into more solid objects and it will heal on it’s own. And then charged me out the butt for his time. Guess what. I have my OWN tape. I have more than one kind of tape.

Rant over…my point–broken toes heal on their own. They don’t require a highly trained medical staff and some guy shouting ‘CLEAR!!!!’

I did not chase any shoplifters this week. So in that way, less exciting than previous weeks. And I’m sorry if my Empire Records picture didn’t show — Heather says it didn’t. It was the only one I could find, so no replacement photo. Unless I watch the movie, pause it at just that moment and do a screen capture, edit it in Photoshop, save it as a JPG, and upload it to my Fotki site.
Yeah. Not going to happen.
(<–’cause I’m way too lazy for all that effort.)
Since we last spoke…
Lets see, last Sunday…went to Game. Geekyness ensued.

Monday, we hung around, tried to get some housework done, and went over and chatted with Briggs’ cousin Anna, who lives the next property over.
Tuesday I was a day of ultimate laziness. I had good intentions, but ended up lazing on the couch and reading for the majority of the day. Sometimes I switched it up by pulling out my sketchbook and doodling while watching Buffy…I consider that the productive part of my day.
<–the exact position I spent half the day curled up in.
Wednesday I worked. Nothing to write home about, nothing I have figured out…just a day of work like any other with nothing memorable sticking in my mind.
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Thursday, on the other hand, was both memorable and awesome.
As has become our tradition…of two weeks…Heather and I had Briggs drop us in the Strip District, and headed over to the Leaf and Bean, because we love the atmosphere, the chai and the cranky proprietor.

On the way in, Briggs had suggested that I draw a picture for Mr. Cranky Pants, of a 50’s style pin-up smoking a cigar in a tiki bar. So I did. I gave it to him before Heather and I wandered downtown. When we returned a couple hours later (slightly soggier for the wear…stupid rain) and curled up in a couple chairs in the back, Mr. CP came over with our chais and asked me if I paint as well. In response to my hesitant answer of “Um…sort of? Sometimes?” He explained that he was getting a new vehicle and had originally wanted the shop logo on the door, but he liked my picture better, so he wanted to know if I would put it there.
I gave him my email and he’s supposed to write me when he gets his truck, so I can decorate it for him. If it all works out, and if the final result doesn’t suck massively, I’ll post a picture here.
Around 7-something-ish, Briggs got off work and came to pick us girls up. Then we were off on the next step of our day’s exciting plans — Wall-E!

Okay, seriously. If you have not seen Wall-E yet, go. Right now. Why are you still sitting here?!?! GOOO!
Seriously, adorable, beautiful, EXCELLENT movie. And I have heard the same from every review and every person who has seen it. So if you don’t trust MY taste, other people think it’s awesome, sweet and fantastic as well. Plus, it’s full of snarky social commentary. But still believes in the human spirit. And did I mention that it’s completely adorable?
After Wall-E, and Briggs telling me that no, we couldn’t go see it again immediately, we went home and watched the first episode of Middleman, as recommended by one Mr. James Foreman:
<– “You know what’s awesome,BESIDE waffles? The Middleman.”
<–The Middleman
Super silly funny kitchy cute off-the-wall Sci/Fi show of the Men in Black/Doctor Who/Buffy ilk (there’s people and things out there trying to bring about various levels of apocoliptic doom and we need to stop them in secret without the general public, who would never understand, finding out about it all) Go HERE to read someone explaining the synopsis better than me. Or HERE.
Friday was 4 of July.
I worked. Yay. Work was, yet again, unremarkable. Except I stayed up late watching The Middleman and trying to finish a really long chapter in my book the night before, and so I was super tired. And I hadn’t had breakfast. Then, it rained all afternoon and made me wonder how likely fireworks were. So I was tired, hungry and cranky when Briggs and Heather picked me up after work.
And I wanted Thai food, but yet again, Thai Me Up was closed.
So we went to Station Square and got Chinese food. Aside from the Hot and Sour soup being kind of salty (and you know that, coming from ME…) everything was yummy and satifying. After we ate, we got Starbucks and headed up to the Smithfield Bridge to prepare for fireworks.
Until I realized that it was cool, damp and windy out and we had at least an hour to wait to watch fireworks just like the fireworks I’ve seen EVERY YEAR. So we got some fudge from the candy store inside the Station Square shops and then headed home. On the way we stopped at Wal-Mart and bought a box of our OWN fireworks. Aside from playing with sparklers, we haven’t had the chance to use them YET…but we will.

Yesterday…after another unremarkable but remarkably busy day at work, we all did something super fun.

Yeah…only imagine it way more grungy and ghetto and gross. Tiny with only half of the washers and dryers working…we need to find a better laundromat. The one high point: Heather’s genius purchase of french bread and Tikka Masala to sustain us through the evening. AWESOME.
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By the time we got home, it was late and we were all too tired to watch:

*gasp!*
I know!
But honestly, we want to be alert and perky when we watch it, and I for one enjoy the delayed gratification of knowing it will be waiting for me in it’s super mysterious glory when I get home from Game tonight…
Now I have to go, ’cause it was too dark and late and I was too tired to bother hanging up my non-dryer-friendly laundry outside last night.











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