The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Spring seems to have caught everyone by suprise this year, the trees included. Driving in to work this morning, I drove past rows and rows of trees. Interspersed with the bare, skeletal trees were the pear and early cherry trees, festooned in cotton-candy-white blossoms. If it wasn't for the grass turning green beneath them it would be easy to mistake the white for snow.

Usually most of the trees are covered with a green haze of unfurling new leaves by the time the pears start blooming, but not this year. Even some of the plum trees have beaten the new leaves with pink-purple blossoms.

My charming husband is being a brat. In a mostly amusing way, but a brat nonetheless.

Ah, but I did get my revenge. One short, sweet sentence: "Uh, Danielle? Do you still have Fullmetal Alchemist ep 51?"

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

I told him that if I was nice I wouldn't let him watch this episode until next Sunday. But after he came in the house on two separate occasions with five bottles of apple juice, and refused to let me even have a drink of one...MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

ZOMG MUST HAVE TWO!!! I hate at Amazon.jp for having such a short preorder window. I don't think I'll get as lucky with this one as I did with Air Gear 12 with Ringo. Must...track...down...

njadean makes some of the most remarkable jewelry I've ever seen. I'm addicted to large, unusual jewelry as it is, and this is some of the most incredible, unique, and creative pieces ever.

I've commissioned a small hair clip from her, something I can get away with wearing to work. Yay!

(Distracting the evil-me, oh yes. And the large quantities of remarkably good Sharp Rock Chamois Blanc do, I admit, help the with the mood, if not the sleeping and nausea bits. Especially since it's even better than I remember it, despite my general distate for most white wines.)