It’s that day of days, 060606. At least, in my neck of the woods. So far, the world hasn’t ended. Today is tomorrow, somewhere else, and today isn’t yet today, someotherwhere else. Just for fun, I’m making my time stamp 0606. It’s totally fake though. It’s more like 21:47, but that’s not nearly so dramatic.
Of note. Nothing. Well, we went to dinner at an Asian buffet. It’s breakfast, lunch, and dinner, here out West. Not breakfast, dinner, and supper. To my delight, they had kimchee. Kimchi However one spells it, I love it! And never get it. And haven’t made it in years. Korean kraut. How a fermented spicy cabbage dish could be so tasty, is beyond me. It’s p’raps a cultural thang, what with my half-blood-princess genes and all. Well, there are actually no princess genes that I know of, but I am a half breed. Of that I am certain. The food was quite decent, for an Asian buffet. It’s always alarming to see the enormity of the average diner, though, in places like that. There is much denial on my part as I pretend that I couldn’t possibly ever become like that. Ever. Ever Ever. Ahem.
I have yet to learn restraint. It’s a shameful thing.
I now have a cough. An annoying tickle in the throat. A sharp, wheezing, annoying tickle. It’s penance, I’m sure, for indulging in one, two, maybe three, or possibly even four of the seven deadly sins. All for dining at an Asian buffet. Was one of my many allergens lurking in one of the various delights I tasted Or is it a lightning fast transference of toddler germs from a shared fork I took two Benadryl, and am now hoping for the best.
The fortune cookie assures me that an unexpected pleasure is coming my way. I showed Mr. Gadget, and he knew exactly how I interpreted it. To prove it was a sign, I had another fortune cookie. It also said an unexpected event of glad tidings and good fortune awaited. I am convinced. It’s a sign. Yes, it will be a girl. And we shall name her Harmony. I’m not sure how we will contend with a conception date of 060606, though. Hopefully the latter fortune and the former fortune don’t cancel each other out.
Sigh… Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. I would very much love to have a girl child. Or another boy child. I want my Mr. Snazzy Pants to grow up with at least one sibling.
