Before I make an utter ass of myself, is this a thing? Like, a Mardi Gras thing? Making yellow and purple doughnut cakes filled with strings of beads and plastic babies? I do not know much about mardi gras, so maybe I am ill informed. It is also possible that the grocery store was given an order for a dozen cakes for mardi gras-themed baby showers. Or baby shower-themed mardi gras parties? I don't pretend to know about these things.
Awh c'mon Ananth. You have one job around here, and that's to make the news post.
And I guess write the comic or whatever.
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I finally jumped on the terrifying burning bandwagon and got a twitter account. We're all on twitter now, and despite all living together, will probably use them to banter with each other in the next room. PREPARE YOURSELVES.
I spent a bit of time last week making a heating pad out of two $1 bandanas (one for a pillow case), half of a $2 bag of rice, and some chamomile and mint teas that no one was drinking. If you are poor and cold a lot, THERE IS NO REASON YOU SHOULD NOT MAKE ONE OF THESE. Here are the instructions I used (although I segmented the bag and added some tea to make it smell nice), here are some instructions to make one out of an old sock.
Now I know why I don't get sick often. Being sick is dumb. I have been playing an awful lot of Professor Layton, though. Also:
Megan and I have been best friends since we were seven or so years old? And let's be honest, she turned out pretty much better than me in every way. Sorry, mom and dad.
I was probably the first person that Megan called to tell about Dane proposing, but I wound up being the last person to find out. =_= In any case, congratulations to the both of you! You two are great, and great for each other. I'm so happy for you guys!!
The actual story is that my dad is going to see one of his old middle school friends who now lives in Nara (which is famous for its deer shrine). The fellow's nickname back-then (but really, who keeps in touch with their friends from middle school?) was 'Monkey' (or I suppose 'Saru').
My dad's been swearing otherwise, but I still think the bad monkey with the baseball bat is supposed to be him.
As you might have guessed from my name, I'm Japanese. (well, half.) My language skills are abysmal -- I was born and raised in the US -- but I managed to grow up with a decent amount of culture. New Year is the only holiday we celebrate, but it's a big deal and my dad is an awesome cook. Ananth had the pleasure of joining us this year! :D
This teaches me to use bottles of weird stuff at my folks' place without reading what it is first.
Ananth and I are actually at a New Year's get-together* right now. Happy New Year's, everyone! Hope you had a good one. Ananth's busy giving well-wishes to friends, so I've been left to give the blog tonight. Apologies, I'm no good at this.