Happy ending!

Two months ago I couldn't help whingeing here about being introduced to helluva hot man who ended up not getting the job he came in to interview for. Today I saw him again and thought Could I be so lucky that he got hired for a different job? Indeed, I could! Here's how it works: The internal candidate was working full-time in another department. She's now working half time in that department and half time for us, which leaves them half a person short. And he's that half a person.

Except he's, if anything, a person and a half. aadroma, you would drool. I think I drooled a bit when I puppied over to remind him how we'd met briefly during his interview and tell him he could bother me any time. Without a hint of irony he replied, "And what is it you do?" (Much to the hilarity of everyone in earshot, naturally.) I don't care, Big Guy; make me look the fool all you want as long as there's a big crushing hug waiting for me at the end of it all.

WotD: Most Holy Foreskin

1. die Allerheiligste Vorhaut
2. de Allerheiligste Voorhuid
3. el Santísimo Prepucio
4. el Santíssim Prepuci
5. le Saintissime Prépuce
6. y Blaengroen Cysegr-lân
7. an Forchraiceann Rónaofa
8. Najświętszy Napletek
9. 지성포피 (至聖包皮)
10. 至聖包皮 zhìshèng bāopí

Notes: No prizes for guessing what book was sitting on the table when I got home tonight. Yes, it was An irreverent curiosity, so recently featured in danbearnyc's journal. In fact he did that old queen one better and picked up Peter Manseau's Rag and bone while he was at it. What can I say? I must not be the only one in the house whose sensibilities turn a bit ghoulish in October.

Irrreplaceable

Tonight I was supposed to make up for being such an undomestic slob last night and:

1. Wash the dishes.
2. Fold the laundry.
3. Put books back on the shelf.
4. Put away the Asian wines from Saturday night.

Guess how many items I actually accomplished? Yes, just the dishes--and that only because I feared leaving the roasting pan to soak in the sink for two whole days would be the beginning of a sordid tale that would end with some poor sod pulling my mangled remains from a pit of quicklime.

Right now I'm enjoying a cup of Ten Ren's Orange Spice Tea. This is progress for me, since it's a product they've discontinued and I tend to get a little weird with things I like that are impossible to find. Like the bottle of Mechitarine liqueur that--even in this Internet age--I couldn't replace without visiting an Armenian monastery in Vienna. I don't think I've touched it in ten years. At least it keeps--I've let food go bad before because how could I eat it when that would make it all gone? But we scored another box of the tea--their last--at Tai Nam the other night so I'm feeling a bit flush.