Parallax

I am now the proud owner of a stripping lady pen. The pen is turquoise and the disappearing dress is black.

I love my meimei.

(She also sent me a Jesus nightlight, but I think that would cause more sleeping problems than it would cure.)

It wasn't even six yet when a bored Riley decided the appropriate thing to do was to put her great big foot in my belly and play find-the-appendix.

I'm not even six yet, so I decided the appropriate thing to do (after dislodging the dog and checking my insides for damage and then itching both me and Riley all over, but that last I do every time I wake up so it's really not special) was, given the day, to grab the box my meimei sent and open it while I demolished the chocolate chips left over from last night's cannoli making.

I LOVE MY CEEG SHE IS THE BEST EVER SHE SENT ME BOXER SOCKS. NOT SOCKS TO PUT ON MY BOXER (BECAUSE WE HAVE LONG THEORIZED THAT RILEY NEEDS A FINGER-PUPPET TAILSTUMP WARMER), SOCKS TO PUT ON MY FEET THAT HAVE BOXERS PRINTED ON.

Just yesterday I was feeling all Dumbledorey: I wanted socks and I knew I was gonna get books. I like books so this is not bad, but I could really go for a good pair of socks. WHICH I HAVE NOW.

She also sent me fancible earrings that dangle and change colors (from black to a perfect cobalt blue, and they've got green faceted bits too, I think they're glass, so pretty) and and and four Star Wars drinking glasses that I am never going to use, not ever, because we're prolific glass breaking klutzes around here and I'd cry if Lord Vader got shattered, and a mug that says World's Best Boss which is a joke I don't know if I can properly explain, and two pretty books with pictures in, AND BOXER SOCKS OMG. I WILL HAVE A BOXER DOG ON MY FEET AND FOR ONCE IT WON'T HURT.

Speaking of Riley, she got goodies from me: a new collar (nylon, striped, tan and pinkish and blueish and purple and green and orange and very "my dog once devoured Martha Stewart Living in a tasty leather binding") and a toy that has six squeakers in it. It is purple and green spotted, bigger than her head, and looks like a giant jack, with squeakers in all six ends. She didn't know which end to squeak first. She'd grab it, squeak it, flip it over, and squeak another end. Her little brain didn't explode but her eyes went a bit dizzy at the possibilities.

Now my stomach hurts differently. I think it's the chocolate.

CG: Today I wandered out of my room wearing a blanket like a little kid dressed as a ghost, basically, because I was freezing. Mom goes "Is this some sort of ritual? are you doing some kind of spell?" She was kidding, but...it bugs, dude. I know I need to suck it up, but...GAH.
CG: If it's not my fatness now it's my Pagan...ness?
Indi: Snort.
Indi: Wearing a blanket? Is a RITUAL?
Indi: Oh my dear sweet great fuzzy things that moo. That's fuckin' hilarious.
CG: I was mostly confused. Wait, why is that FUNNY? It's not like I was doing anything VAGUELY pagany!
Indi: Because you were skulking under a blanket!
Indi: "I am the ghost of the temple of the solstice of the equinox and I summon thee forth, beneath this blanket.."
CG: BWAAH! *laughs her sandwich across the room*
CG: But...I was cold!
CG: I just told her I had been planning on building a fort but she was hogging the couch cushions.
Indi: ... and within the sacred space of this... uh.. cotton-poly blend I shall be goddess....
CG: *throws down the sandwich*
CG: I can't eat around you, dude.
Indi: .. and so as the threads form together in woof and weave, so human lives are forever bound...
CG: You're funny.
Indi: And next...
Indi: We will do the ritual of the throw pillow!
Indi: The tassels at the four corners of the pillow represent the elements.
CG: *laughs more sandwich aloft*
Indi: The gentle squishiness of the pillow is that of the earth we rest upon...
Indi: and the fuzzy cloth is for life. Because things look fuzzy from an airplane.
CG: *laughs so hard she wakes the neighborhood*
CG: you HAVE to journal this
Indi: And everyone knows the gods live up where the airplanes do!