Guppy the other night asked for bread, both vocally and signing.
Jake: Do we have any bread?
Me: Nothing fresh. Just some old, crappy bread.
Guppy: Happy bread! Happy bread!
This morning, she started fussing and pointing at... I couldn't figure out what. "AHHHPLANE! AHHPLANE!!"
Me: Lights? You want me to turn on the lights? (I did)
Guppy: AHHHPLANE! You AHHHPLANE broke!
Me: You want me to open the blinds? (I opened the blinds in the door)
And then I realized that she was pointing at the fan, which was off because the fire had gone out. Of course, it's on the ceiling, it must be an airplane! Heh! I turned it on, and all was well in the world again.
I worked on the map for Torn World today: http://torn-world.livejournal.com/168775.html
Stopping to work on some freelance programming that I'm not sure how to tackle but have to stop avoiding...
There is Sketch Fest THIS Friday! http://www.ellenmilliongraphics.com/sketchfest/
I also folded a load of clothes - another is ready to take out and fold, too. Bread is rising, and I have to figure out some kind of dinner. I'm thinking soup, because I haven't defrosted anything (doh!). Soup and fresh bread sounds good. We had homemade macacheeeee with veggies and leftover sausage for lunch, which was met favorably.
Still a little sniffly, but much improved.