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I love me, I love me, I looooove me. Uh ... so what's the reason for all this self-love? Well, yesterday, I was in a bit of a bind. Brian and I were pre-celebrating his birthday which is on Sunday, but my primary prezzie (namely a honkin' big fic) wasn't finished. As the fic had taken on a life of its own (no surprise there), I wasn't about to curtail its evolutionary explorations. [P.S. I love my brainz and imaginooshun, too!] So, after an unsatisfactory brekkie (I'm rescinding my prior approval of Liver'n'onions), I had to scramble for ... something. And then I remembered how Brian had created a "Coming soon" teaser for each of our Christmas specials. ::snaps fingers:: Aha! I can do the same. So I created a pretend movie poster with a con-piccie of (you should SO not be surprised) the Flan with his arm around the Hewlett (for realz) along with an intruder (whom I'm not identifying now, but I'll reveal all when I'm ready to post the finished story).
So, yay, imagination engaged. Now to print the poster. Uh ... why is the printer telling me to slide this thingy that I can't even see and to close the scanner. The scanner's open? Really??? It seems as if all those piles of paper on top created uneven pressure. Okay, scanner opened, then closed. 'Puter restarted, just to give the printer a fresh start. I printed off the poster but the McSheppy piccie didn't come out in colour. ::sighs:: Oh, well, at least he'll be able to see it on screen. I wrapped the poster in red paper and added some curling ribbons.
I found a bag to put his prezzies in, along with a ::giggles:: stellar b-day card, had a quickie lunch of cereal and milk, then began to get ready. In the middle of it, I rewatched half of this week's Glee episode. I really enjoyed watching the morphing portion (plus, as peeps have pointed out, Mike's character in heavy eyeliner is fab). Then back to hair, majorly product-sprayed and floofed-up. Then putting on my polka-dot float, white blouse with starburst pin through my blouse ties.
Traffic was behaving, so Brian was here at 5:15. That's a good thing because there was a lot of cooking time involved. He'd reused our Christmas epi dining table setting (white tablecloth, blue glass plates, silver cutlery, a sparkly table deccie, confetti and wine glasses).
So, what was the culinary surprise (for me) of his birthday episode? It was steak'n'frites. He'd cut up two honkin' huge long 'taters into slabs, then into long, thin fries and soaked them in cold water. After draining, he mixed them with grindings of a special mix (sea salt and roasted garlic), also pepper and olive oil before spreading them on a tray and baking for an awfully long time. But we both wanted the frites to be crispy and cooked on the inside, too. He'd brought out my indoor grill on which he prepared a huge steak, an inch thick. Yummm. Then he sliced up the steak and served it with the frites. With mayo. Mine was mixed with Old Bay seasoning, his with Old Bay as well as sweet/hot chili sauce. He ended up copying me as we ate with our fingers. [It's a good thing he'd turned the camera off after the first bite with fork and knife.] The meal was accompanied by a sparkling apple/pomegranate juice. Very lovely. Okay, I'm stuffed now (well, we polished off the 'taters).
I'd already given him the gifties and didn't want him revealing the poster on air (as our fannish lives are distinct from our cooking personas); but he could open his card and read everything I wrote in it on camera! About how annoying he really is!!! [Well, we annoy each other constantly. It's ... tradition.] He brought out the highlight of the evening, a multi-layered chocolate mousse cake (enhanced by the inclusion of coffee) he'd made himself and topped with a dollar-store battery-powered musical HAPPY BIRTHDAY marquee! Then we dug in, but I was so stuffed I could only handle another bite. Okay, kitty-bag time. Of course he had to pretend to put naked cake into my designer purse!!!!! See. I told you ... annoying! At that point, I was also laughing SO much I began to choke. It was the scary kind of choking, so I made him cut his antics short. In any case, we'd had just enough time for dinner before my ride was expected (at 8:05). We went downstairs just before 8. My minivan was already there. As we have a TV monitor in my lobby, I noted my arrival home as 8:11. Very happy to be home quickly as usual. I stowed away my cake in the fridge and then vegged until I succombed to the not-unexpected sugar and good-food lethargy. And lovely sleep.
Just one thing hanging over my head. Must. Finish. Fic-of-epic-proportions!
So, yay, imagination engaged. Now to print the poster. Uh ... why is the printer telling me to slide this thingy that I can't even see and to close the scanner. The scanner's open? Really??? It seems as if all those piles of paper on top created uneven pressure. Okay, scanner opened, then closed. 'Puter restarted, just to give the printer a fresh start. I printed off the poster but the McSheppy piccie didn't come out in colour. ::sighs:: Oh, well, at least he'll be able to see it on screen. I wrapped the poster in red paper and added some curling ribbons.
I found a bag to put his prezzies in, along with a ::giggles:: stellar b-day card, had a quickie lunch of cereal and milk, then began to get ready. In the middle of it, I rewatched half of this week's Glee episode. I really enjoyed watching the morphing portion (plus, as peeps have pointed out, Mike's character in heavy eyeliner is fab). Then back to hair, majorly product-sprayed and floofed-up. Then putting on my polka-dot float, white blouse with starburst pin through my blouse ties.
Traffic was behaving, so Brian was here at 5:15. That's a good thing because there was a lot of cooking time involved. He'd reused our Christmas epi dining table setting (white tablecloth, blue glass plates, silver cutlery, a sparkly table deccie, confetti and wine glasses).
So, what was the culinary surprise (for me) of his birthday episode? It was steak'n'frites. He'd cut up two honkin' huge long 'taters into slabs, then into long, thin fries and soaked them in cold water. After draining, he mixed them with grindings of a special mix (sea salt and roasted garlic), also pepper and olive oil before spreading them on a tray and baking for an awfully long time. But we both wanted the frites to be crispy and cooked on the inside, too. He'd brought out my indoor grill on which he prepared a huge steak, an inch thick. Yummm. Then he sliced up the steak and served it with the frites. With mayo. Mine was mixed with Old Bay seasoning, his with Old Bay as well as sweet/hot chili sauce. He ended up copying me as we ate with our fingers. [It's a good thing he'd turned the camera off after the first bite with fork and knife.] The meal was accompanied by a sparkling apple/pomegranate juice. Very lovely. Okay, I'm stuffed now (well, we polished off the 'taters).
I'd already given him the gifties and didn't want him revealing the poster on air (as our fannish lives are distinct from our cooking personas); but he could open his card and read everything I wrote in it on camera! About how annoying he really is!!! [Well, we annoy each other constantly. It's ... tradition.] He brought out the highlight of the evening, a multi-layered chocolate mousse cake (enhanced by the inclusion of coffee) he'd made himself and topped with a dollar-store battery-powered musical HAPPY BIRTHDAY marquee! Then we dug in, but I was so stuffed I could only handle another bite. Okay, kitty-bag time. Of course he had to pretend to put naked cake into my designer purse!!!!! See. I told you ... annoying! At that point, I was also laughing SO much I began to choke. It was the scary kind of choking, so I made him cut his antics short. In any case, we'd had just enough time for dinner before my ride was expected (at 8:05). We went downstairs just before 8. My minivan was already there. As we have a TV monitor in my lobby, I noted my arrival home as 8:11. Very happy to be home quickly as usual. I stowed away my cake in the fridge and then vegged until I succombed to the not-unexpected sugar and good-food lethargy. And lovely sleep.
Just one thing hanging over my head. Must. Finish. Fic-of-epic-proportions!
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