There is white stuff on the ground!
Jan. 11th, 2005 05:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mayhapI woke up and there was snow! Snow for my birthday!
Missouri is clearly trying to get back into my good graces. Too late, Missouri. Especially since the snow is already melting. And it never actually covered the ground in the first place. But still! Snow!
I am rather fond of snow.
My mom and I picked up my brother from school and we went to Cocoa and Beans for coffee. Now, I know none of my readers live in Liberty, Missouri, and you're all right, too, because Liberty sucks. But I hope that enough people patronize this place to keep them in business, because they have comfy couches and chairs and magazines and paperback books and board games and pretty good coffee, too, and everyone should hang out there.
My little brother taught my mom and I to play Texas hold-'em with Scrabble tiles. (We also proposed a hybrid poker-Scrabble game where you spelled out words with the letters that were in the pot, but we haven't worked out the rules yet.) My mom cleaned us both out in our first game owing to her supreme confidence in whatever she held and experience in watching poker on TV. Yes. Go figure. However, she subsequently went down in flames in the next two games owing to the absence of the word "fold" in her vocabulary.
After that we went out for Italian food. My parents were totally going to let my 21st birthday pass without there being any alcohol involved, but our waitress was having none of that. Actually, I can hardly imagine what dinnertime conversations would be like if the rest of my family were drinking. As it was, we discoursed extensively on what part of his body my brother should pierce, and what kind of pimp cup my mother should have.
Also, my mom made me pose with my brother's watch at 7:53, the time at which I was born. Yes. We are so cool.
John Grisham was on the Daily Show. He and Jon Stewart bonded over the whole #1 bestseller/books getting banned thing. My mom loved it, as she is a huge John Grisham fangirl. Apparently he uses his wife as a beta reader, and she's highly critical. She once pitched a 500-page manuscript at him! Hee.
Missouri is clearly trying to get back into my good graces. Too late, Missouri. Especially since the snow is already melting. And it never actually covered the ground in the first place. But still! Snow!
I am rather fond of snow.
My mom and I picked up my brother from school and we went to Cocoa and Beans for coffee. Now, I know none of my readers live in Liberty, Missouri, and you're all right, too, because Liberty sucks. But I hope that enough people patronize this place to keep them in business, because they have comfy couches and chairs and magazines and paperback books and board games and pretty good coffee, too, and everyone should hang out there.
My little brother taught my mom and I to play Texas hold-'em with Scrabble tiles. (We also proposed a hybrid poker-Scrabble game where you spelled out words with the letters that were in the pot, but we haven't worked out the rules yet.) My mom cleaned us both out in our first game owing to her supreme confidence in whatever she held and experience in watching poker on TV. Yes. Go figure. However, she subsequently went down in flames in the next two games owing to the absence of the word "fold" in her vocabulary.
After that we went out for Italian food. My parents were totally going to let my 21st birthday pass without there being any alcohol involved, but our waitress was having none of that. Actually, I can hardly imagine what dinnertime conversations would be like if the rest of my family were drinking. As it was, we discoursed extensively on what part of his body my brother should pierce, and what kind of pimp cup my mother should have.
Also, my mom made me pose with my brother's watch at 7:53, the time at which I was born. Yes. We are so cool.
John Grisham was on the Daily Show. He and Jon Stewart bonded over the whole #1 bestseller/books getting banned thing. My mom loved it, as she is a huge John Grisham fangirl. Apparently he uses his wife as a beta reader, and she's highly critical. She once pitched a 500-page manuscript at him! Hee.
