Mambo Taxi

I came home to tbiedl plus two sprog (*) sitting and chatting with dan; they brought over Professor Wormbog and the Zipperumpa-Zoo specifically because I mentioned it fondly the other day in this journal; I read it to C. (who's three). T. offered to loan it to me, with a wink (which nicely forestalled one of her problems, of a certain assertive small person demanding that book be read to her 89 quadrillion times.) Hey, I'm willing to help out. *shrug* Which is how I got a kid's book on loan this evening.

We all went out to the yard, and discovered our neighbour two doors down, digging in the gardendandelion patch next-door. He said that our neighbour will be tilling it under in a few weeks, so any flowers we want, we should probably come rescue. Sounds like a good challenge to me. My mission is to figure out the ones that T. and dan recommended, dig 'em up, and plant them in our yard. Bonus points if they live more than a month; double bonus if they come back next spring.

Rover seemed to have rolled in something awful, so d. gave her a bath. Go boyfriend go!

I took d. out to celebrate passing his citizenship test; we went to the Bookshelf Cafe in Guelph. The food was OK. My appetizer was super: fried fish-cakes on top of mango and apple slices. My main course was so-so deconstructed mu shu with tofu, but it wasn't as good as the mu shu my sweetie makes. Our server was a bit over the line on being friendly, on toward flirting. Well, no, she was well over the line- she touched my shoulder a buncha times, and consiprationally told me about falling off the wagon on her Cleansing yesterday (she ate a piece of chocolate). d. suggested that maybe the two were connected, and she thought maybe I was a bar of soap? Y'know, to help with the clensing. Hm.

*Sigh*.

I'm thinking it's bedtime.

(*) who came up with this term for progeny? I forget. Anyway I like it.