Feeling: flighty
Listening to: 30 Odd Foot of Grunt - Sail Those Same Oceans
Reading/Watching: nothing.

Gem of the evening:

After eating a VERY large meal at the biergarten in Fredericksburg, mon coeur and I were window-shopping up and down the street (the chocolate shop closed at 6... boooo). Okay, so I was window shopping, and he was waddling behind me, after downing half an appetizer of nachos, salad, schwalbennester* with purple cabbage and noodles, two big fat German beers, and half of my Mississippi mud pie.

He groaned. "I feel like Humpty Dumpty."

I gave him a sympathetic glance. "Do you need to be put back together again?"

"No, I feel big and round like the guy who ate his own children."

Doubletake. "Did what? Humpty Dumpty never ate his own children."

He shrugged. "Okay, so a cannabilistic Humpty Dumpty."

My mind boggled. "That's not what Humpty Dumpty did! He fell off a wall and there were king's horses and men and stuff!"

"Okay, so what do you call someone who eats their children?"

"Sick? Twisted? A hamster?"

...So that was today. That, and climbing Enchanted Rock, which was tiring and lovely and resulted in some gorgeous, gorgeous pictures, which I will post later.

*schwalbennester: It's German for "swallow's nest", and it's basically three kinds of meat wrapped around two boiled eggs, smothered in thick mushroom sauce. Due to the way it's presented on the plate, I've also been known to call it "horse penis."

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