Domestic Bliss
Jun. 18th, 2003 08:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsMan, I have been a total ditz all day. I guess Vicodan is stronger than I thought, because everything I wrote yesterday was utter crud. Still, there's a salvageable sentence here and and there, and hopefully I'll get it better.
My jaw has swollen up and it feels like there's a golfball implanted under there. Nasty. But it's stopped hurting even without the Vicodan; now it's just this soreness and I have every reason to believe it'll heal without complication. I tend to heal quickly enough.
After I got home Omaha and I went outside and played with Kouryou-chan because we could. We flitted from one activity to the next: Frisbee™, softball, basketball, squirt guns. She climbed up on the big plastic house we got from some friends. They were a gay couple adopting a little boy, and the house they bought had this Barbie™-pink toy house in the back yard. They have enough trouble as it is with image as a gay couple; they asked us to get rid of the thing, and since Omaha and I have girls it worked out. We did, however, scrub off all of the peeling, fading, Barbie™ stickers from the thing. I also got out my handy-dandy tool kit and drilled drainage holes throughout the thing, since the toy "sink" and other components had a nasty habit of collecting water that would encourage bug growth.
We made soft tacos. That made it possible for me to eat at all. Lots of vegetables, lots of spices, very flavorful and delicious. The spice mix is some home-made concoction Omaha put together.
Oh, yeah. There is nothing at all homoerotic about this picture
My jaw has swollen up and it feels like there's a golfball implanted under there. Nasty. But it's stopped hurting even without the Vicodan; now it's just this soreness and I have every reason to believe it'll heal without complication. I tend to heal quickly enough.
After I got home Omaha and I went outside and played with Kouryou-chan because we could. We flitted from one activity to the next: Frisbee™, softball, basketball, squirt guns. She climbed up on the big plastic house we got from some friends. They were a gay couple adopting a little boy, and the house they bought had this Barbie™-pink toy house in the back yard. They have enough trouble as it is with image as a gay couple; they asked us to get rid of the thing, and since Omaha and I have girls it worked out. We did, however, scrub off all of the peeling, fading, Barbie™ stickers from the thing. I also got out my handy-dandy tool kit and drilled drainage holes throughout the thing, since the toy "sink" and other components had a nasty habit of collecting water that would encourage bug growth.
We made soft tacos. That made it possible for me to eat at all. Lots of vegetables, lots of spices, very flavorful and delicious. The spice mix is some home-made concoction Omaha put together.
Oh, yeah. There is nothing at all homoerotic about this picture
