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Feb. 6th, 2016 02:33 pmSemi-randomly— My fingers keep typing 'Fakir' instead of 'Frakir' as I try to write Amber fic. That would change the story considerably. I’m not sure what Fakir would make of Merlin. I’m not convinced he’d be impressed. Of course Fakir (and Drosselmeyer) being an Amberite would explain a heck of a lot.
Cordelia and I got Chinese food from Lucky Kitchen for dinner last night while Scott was working late. I got sesame chicken, and Cordelia got shrimp lo mein (she wanted chicken, but for some reason, they didn’t have it last night). We also got spring rolls and crab cheese. I had to borrow some cash from Cordelia in order to pay.
The box of books to try to sell is more than full. I’m not sure what to do with the overflow, particularly as there are still things I’d like to get rid of. A lot of them.
The foam compression pad is actually doing what it’s supposed to. I have a lot less swelling in my breast and the hard spots aren’t anywhere near as big. The stupid thing itches like crazy, however, even with me wearing something under it, and I have to keep readjusting everything because it doesn’t fit.
We finally sorted the stuffed animals. There are three that Scott and I want to keep: one that belonged to Scott as a child, one that Scott bought for me a couple of years before Cordelia came along, and the Winnie the Pooh that Cordelia couldn’t sleep without for about three years, from ages three to six. Scott actually made a round trip to his parents’ place, right after getting home, just because Cordelia had forgotten Squish. That’s an hour each way.
I think Cordelia had five or six critters that she wanted to keep.
There’s one more that wasn’t in the big bin that I think I want to keep— Weasel the Lion was a gift from my sister a couple of weeks after Cordelia was born. We used to dance him around in front of her and sing, "I am Weasel the Lion, and I like eating potatoes!" (I have no idea at all where the potatoes came from.)
Cordelia and I got Chinese food from Lucky Kitchen for dinner last night while Scott was working late. I got sesame chicken, and Cordelia got shrimp lo mein (she wanted chicken, but for some reason, they didn’t have it last night). We also got spring rolls and crab cheese. I had to borrow some cash from Cordelia in order to pay.
The box of books to try to sell is more than full. I’m not sure what to do with the overflow, particularly as there are still things I’d like to get rid of. A lot of them.
The foam compression pad is actually doing what it’s supposed to. I have a lot less swelling in my breast and the hard spots aren’t anywhere near as big. The stupid thing itches like crazy, however, even with me wearing something under it, and I have to keep readjusting everything because it doesn’t fit.
We finally sorted the stuffed animals. There are three that Scott and I want to keep: one that belonged to Scott as a child, one that Scott bought for me a couple of years before Cordelia came along, and the Winnie the Pooh that Cordelia couldn’t sleep without for about three years, from ages three to six. Scott actually made a round trip to his parents’ place, right after getting home, just because Cordelia had forgotten Squish. That’s an hour each way.
I think Cordelia had five or six critters that she wanted to keep.
There’s one more that wasn’t in the big bin that I think I want to keep— Weasel the Lion was a gift from my sister a couple of weeks after Cordelia was born. We used to dance him around in front of her and sing, "I am Weasel the Lion, and I like eating potatoes!" (I have no idea at all where the potatoes came from.)
