And the bits...
Apr. 20th, 2007 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisI'm now officially a regular at the Good Sushi Place (which I think is actually named The Kingdome Deli even though it opened up just after they blew the Kingdome up.). They call me No Soy Sauce, No Sack. I get their sushi and that's all. I hate for them to waste a sack and/or soy sauce or chop sticks on me so now the owner guy sees me coming and gets a huge smile on his face and says "Hi!! No Soy Sauce, No Sack!" It cracks me up.
And now I'm happily chowing down on the Good Sushi (which is really California rolls this time) with my own soy sauce.
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I wear t-shirts and jersey pants of some sort every single day. In the winter I wear sweat pants and long sleeved shirts. In the summer I wear light weight knit pants and short sleeved shirts. Every year I think I need to buy more of each. I think last year I actually wrote a Note To Self to be sure and shop first in my own closet before getting out the car keys. And today I did. I do NOT need to buy any short sleeved shirts at all - maybe never. I have four full stacks: Fancy (for dressing up), Nice Looking, Ok for Everyday, Workout/play-in-the-dirt. I have plenty.
I stopped short of labeling the stacks.
My father was an organization savant. It was a hidden condition pretty much until he retired and then it swelled. Before they moved into their apartment, he hired California Closets and I'm guessing made them consider other career options. Mom said that initially they said the planning part would take an hour. It took a week. Daddy lived at the fax machines while they swapped sketches.
Finally it was built. And everything was in its place. It was a showpiece. A freaky showpiece but a showpiece. The one bit that cracked me up every time was the box on the top shelf that held his sweaters that he no longer considered nice enough to wear in public. It was labeled "Crummy Sweaters".
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This week seems to have gone by blindingly fast for me. Weird. But now it's time to get back to work.
And now I'm happily chowing down on the Good Sushi (which is really California rolls this time) with my own soy sauce.
--
I wear t-shirts and jersey pants of some sort every single day. In the winter I wear sweat pants and long sleeved shirts. In the summer I wear light weight knit pants and short sleeved shirts. Every year I think I need to buy more of each. I think last year I actually wrote a Note To Self to be sure and shop first in my own closet before getting out the car keys. And today I did. I do NOT need to buy any short sleeved shirts at all - maybe never. I have four full stacks: Fancy (for dressing up), Nice Looking, Ok for Everyday, Workout/play-in-the-dirt. I have plenty.
I stopped short of labeling the stacks.
My father was an organization savant. It was a hidden condition pretty much until he retired and then it swelled. Before they moved into their apartment, he hired California Closets and I'm guessing made them consider other career options. Mom said that initially they said the planning part would take an hour. It took a week. Daddy lived at the fax machines while they swapped sketches.
Finally it was built. And everything was in its place. It was a showpiece. A freaky showpiece but a showpiece. The one bit that cracked me up every time was the box on the top shelf that held his sweaters that he no longer considered nice enough to wear in public. It was labeled "Crummy Sweaters".
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This week seems to have gone by blindingly fast for me. Weird. But now it's time to get back to work.
