Creeeepy....

rafaela: [rubbing hands] I wish we had some of those lemony-wipes.
Me: I know. Maybe an alcohol wipe?
rafaela: Maybe. Can you bring me one?
Me: Sure, I'll just...
[spots a packet on the floor that neither of us knew was there]
Me: Just a moment, what's this? [picks up, reads] "Moist Towelette, Lemon-Scented." Huh.
rafaela: Okay, that's weird.
Me: Ask and ye shall receive.
rafaela: Hm. I wish I had a million dollars. [looks around expectantly]
Me: It doesn't work if you do it on purpose.
rafaela: Shit.
Me: [worried eyebrow]
rafaela: Wait, I seriously did not just wish that on myself....
Me: I am so totally blogging this.

Celebratory matters

A very happy 20th birthday to zarhooie, a girl who celebrated by (among other things) checking my oil and brake fluid without even changing out of her medieval garb. That, genties and ladlemen, is panache.

And many thanks to lbitw for whipping up some damned good lamb chops and tuna steak, and jenphalian, who has a helluva way with a bundtcake. And Nate, for being Nate.