But alas, I was left snuffling and coughing and generally feeling like death warmed up.
Babysat for them on Saturday though - eventually finding out at 5 that I was needed at 6 (and could I stop and buy some things for dinner on my way up the road...). My sister's an hilarious drunk. She doesn't go out a lot anymore, and she's not been drunk for years. She can't handle her drink any more. It's hilarious. Oh, and apparently my brother in law doesn't understand how I could have staffed at the convention because he just doesn't see me as anything other than Sis' quiet little sister. And that's my problem how? (That's not completely true actually, he sees me as having an impressive cleavage as well - to the extent where I don't wear v-necks when I go to their house any more.)
I couldn't get online on Saturday at all so I've had to default on my
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
Right, I'm aware right now that I'm snappy and irritable and finding the little things annoying so I'm going to go have a cup of tea and actually do some work.
eta work rant ( not normal curcumstances my arse )
Also? Coriander tastes like soap. Marks & Sparks? If you put it in a chicken salad I will be able to taste it, so why don't you put it on the damn label so I don't buy it? (Coriander is silantro, btw, I'm spelling that phonetically 'cause I've never seen it written down, what with living on the civilised side of the Atlantic... *g* - Cilantro - thanks
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
