Pickled Eggs came out well. Day one and they were perfect. Day two is even better. By day four the yolks should be turning purple, which is heaven if you like pickled eggs.
I’ve twice sent GPG-signed mail to someone I know can’t read them. I’ll send a third, and hope she doesn’t kick my ass for spamming her.
Was driving with Mikey when he spotted an old GF of mine waiting for the bus. Yeah, uh, that was slightly awkward, but at least I know she’s alive. Time has left it’s marks on both of us, though. I think I’ve got it pretty good considering where she’s been, and that she’s pretty tough to have made it there and back, as it were.
She didn’t recognize me at first. Mike did say that I’m not “heroin-thin chic” anymore. That’s a good thing, I think. I just need to work off the excess now. (note – I just had a high metabolism. I could eat for days and not gain jack. That changed when I quit smoking cigarettes.)
Time for sleep. Or something. Maybe see if I can pry Renee off the computer *nudge* *nudge* *wink* *wink*