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orange you glad
12/03/2006 = 09:05 AM

So yesterday, I got this in the mail.

Yep. That's Orange Bird. The Orange Bird.

Remarkable bird, the Orange Bird. Beautiful plumage.

I dedicated an entire chapter of my book to my fond memories of the Orange Bird and the associated swag the Mom gave me for my fourth birthday, and Andy decided the best way to prove to me that he'd actually read the book was to buy me new, blingy swag for Christkwanzukahsticestivuseid.

It's a necklace, a shiny, enameled bit of Disneyana set in goldtoned metal. So it's a multitasking sort of proof he read my book, because not only does it reference the Orange Bird chapter, it also references the chapter where I talk about how That Man of Mine promised to buy me jewelry if I quit smoking, but never budgeted for it because he didn't think I'd actually quit.

I totally made squeeing noises when I unwrapped it. Although I ought to call that noise "squeezing," since it refers to Orange Bird. Heh.

Andy, I hope you realize that this means we're going steady.

(Especially since you put penguin-shaped confetti in the box.)

Speaking of my new steady boyfriend Andy, the new podcast is up and we're taking suggestions for a new title. However, I'm deeming any suggestions from anyone who didn't listen to the podcast as invalid. 'Cos, why should you care what we call it if you don't listen to it?

So provide proof you listened to it — easy, just comment on something you heard us say — and your suggestion will be considered.

I tried to incorporate my new Orange Bird bling into my ensemble for the That Man of Mine's holiday corporate extravaganza, by switching to my flowy low-cut brown blouse with the awesome sleeves, but it still didn't really match. I think I might need to find a green blouse.

Anyway, they didn't have any sfogliatelle, but if they had, the sugar wouldn't have shown up on my brown blouse. So it worked out, no Orange Bird notwithstanding.

The fiesta itself wasn't nearly as random as it certainly could have been, but the DJ sort of sucked. I suggested to R (the party organizer) that, next year, she should just hook up an iPod to the speaker system and hire a strolling comic instead, who'd be willing to announce raffle winners and things.

Feel the pimping, my steady boyfriend.

She said she didn't want even to think about next year right now because she had just spent a week and a half counting plain and peanut M&Ms, respectively, into jars for a guessing contest.

(Some women, it doesn't matter how much you get done in a day, they make you feel like an underachiever. I think Chocolate Chaos and R need to get together and go on vacation, is what I'm saying. Think about it, Chaos. R's got M&Ms.)

I am annoyed with myself on that one, because I guessed around 800, but that seemed too low, so I doubled my figure. Actual total for our table's jar was 830. Trust your first instincts, people.

The raffles were rigged. The same two tables won everything.

But That Man of Mine did win the M&M jar from our table. If food's involved, he will come through in the crunch (no pun intended).

I wish, if he wasn't going to win money, he'd at least won something that I wouldn't be allergic to.

Meh, I can't complain. But sometimes I still do.

And yes, for those of you who care, I did in fact make NaHeMeGeMyFuHoCaOuBeFu25Mo my bitch, yesterday. Unfortunately, I gave the cards to That Man of Mine to mail, since he was going to the post office anyway.

Yes, they got mailed, but if That Man of Mine is participating, and I have spoken to him, chances are my speaking will have been pointedly ignored, and you think I'd have learned my lesson by now, but you'd have misread my Gullible-o-Meter.

What I said:

"These all have stamps except the last five, because I ran out. Of the last five, one is going to New Zealand. So we need four domestic stamps and one overseas to New Zealand."

What he heard:

"... along with diet and exercise, Lipitor is proven to lower cholesterol and also reduce the risk of heart attack and stroke in ..."

So some of your cards are going to be late, because they will be returned to me for no postage, and one will be late because it did get postage, but it got domestic postage (and dropped into the domestic slot) even though it was going to New Zealand.

(Don't sweat that one, D-Man. It occurs to me there's an iceberg on your card, which means you may get it sooner than we think, anyway.)

Tags: Orange Bird, podcast

drinking: coffee
watching: food network
hoping: orange bird adds me to his friends. of course he has myspace. everybody's got myspace