Weather is messing with me again.
Hey, look! Invisible illness bingo!
She's reading an unedited manuscript, a not-yet-published sequel to her favorite book*... and she's proofreading it. "This part right here? There's a comma before the period." I burst out laughing. "What?" she protested. "I can't help it!"
She is so her mother's daughter.
*places a red pen on Elayna's desk to await her return*
In other news, she's clashing with my sister - who, with her fiance, has *moved back in*. Yeah. I wouldn't be able to deal with living one room over from her, either. The latest thing? She said something to my sister that was clearly sarcastic. My sister did not get it, and was upset.
Me: "What did you do to Aunt Ali?"
Elayna: "Pointed out some facts she didn't want to hear."
Long discussion ensues regarding tact and her lack thereof. I am supposed to teach this child tact. Me?
Me: "See, you are playing semantic games here. And you can't do that with Aunt Ali. You can do it with me, because I can follow you. But you can't do it with Aunt Ali."
Elayna: "Why not?"
Me: "Aunt Ali doesn't even know what semantic means, okay?"
So she's bored (camp ended last week), and frustrated with her aunt, and really missing us and her friends. We are all very ready for Elayna to come home.
* Elayna's life is so freakin' cool like that. I don't know if she fully appreciates that most people have to wait for publication dates, and don't get to meet their favorite authors, hang out with their favorite musicians.
* Aquarium art.
* Why guys shouldn't drink and invent.
* How to effectively get rid of every sign. (*giggles at Leo*)
* Giant Lego man found in Dutch sea. Yep. 8'-tall Lego dude.
* Oxfam Unwrapped. I know what I want for $WINTERHOLIDAY - I want you to plant 50 trees. It only costs $30. Take a look over there. *reviews* Hm. This may be worth a $WINTERHOLIDAY fundraising effort. I'll discuss this with Elayna.
Four gigantic galaxies have been seen crashing into one another in one of the biggest cosmic collisions ever seen.
A US team of astronomers observed the four-way cosmic smash-up using Nasa's Spitzer and Chandra space telescopes along with ground-based observatories.
The clashing galaxies are expected to eventually merge into a single, behemoth galaxy up to 10 times as massive as our own Milky Way.
Severin: Dry black teas, Earl Gray, and leather.
In bottle: There's a twist of lemon in that Earl Gray.
On me: Bergamot and lemon. Ech.
Thaleia: A vivacious, dazzling, merry scent: honey, ylang ylang, apricot, ciste, blood orange and gardenia with earthy, warm tonka.
In bottle: Fruit and honey.
On me: The apricot is the more prominent fruit here. Apricot and nasty ylang.
Tavern of Hell: White gardenia, ambergris bouquet, lavender fougere, orange blossom, melissa, tobacco flower, coriander, ebony wood, ylang ylang, absinthe and aged whiskey.
In bottle: Huh. A little bit of *everything*.
On me: I don't know *what* that smells like. Coriander and wood? Touch of anise, but just a touch.
The Hesperides: Their perfume is that of sturdy oak bark, dew-kissed leaves, twilight mist and crisp apple.
In bottle: Green apples gone slightly overripe and mushy.
On me: Same.
It's raining now, which shoots down the walk-to-Curves plan. We'll see if it stops. In the meantime, I've more than a bit of housework to do.