Entertaining myself.

Since it's 11 more minutes until 13 makes his big announcement regarding . . . something . . . I figure I can burn at least that amount of time on here. And if his post isn't ready by midnight, I can razz him about it. Woo hoo, more ammunition. :)

Totally fun costuming extravaganza at the homestead today. I love any excuse for having all the goofballs over to my place, and we actually managed to get a fair amount of work done. Sewing Goddess and Pirate Chickie worked tirelessly, and it was very amusing, seeing two sewing machines going on my dining room table. We also had a mini-meeting of the DSG, mostly because 13 doesn't pay attention to the information I email to him. We'll go over it all again next week, I'm sure, but 2035 won't be there, so it's probably good we discussed some stuff to an extent while he was there.

Next week we'll have to get out the water toys and let the kids run amok in the back yard. Both of my brothers will be here, which will be excellent, and I think we may get my mom over to meet some of the DSGers as well. Very cool. And Bailey Boxer gets to stay for a while! Yay us.

Four minutes.

I think the Isard/Imperial Officer uniform is going to ROCK. Sewing Goddess and Pirate Chickie are cutting it so that it's very figure-flattering on me, so I'll look great while I'm scaring the hell out of people. Doesn't get much better than that. Spouse wanted to know if I was going to try to dye my hair, and I think I'll just get a wig and get it precisely colored with the silver streaks in the front, so I don't have to dork around with it every time with my own hair. Dark brown or black temporary dye is also a huge mess, and unpredictable in terms of what comes out and what doesn't, so I'll just get the EBay wig girl that I used for the Anna Valerious, because that wig kicked ass. I'm sure she'll be able to hook me up again.

Less than a minute--we'll see if he gets it posted. ;)