I thank/blame you, Katherine (or, Dallas: Day 82)

[astillar]

So Monday I went to go hang out with my brother for the evening. While there, his wife Katherine says, "Oh, Cody, I made some bread for you," and she brings out this loaf-shaped foil packet. She hands it to me and after a moment I ask, "Am I supposed to eat it or do bicep curls with it? Is this really bread, or a doorstop?". It was HEAVY. She gave me a sample from the other loaf she had made and as soon as I stopped chewing, I proclaimed, "NO TAKE-BACKS!"; It was nom-tastic. Anything this delicious must have come from the devil's bakery, and I'm okay with that.
Yesterday morning I had a couple slices of magic bread for breakfast and after a few minutes, it felt like I had become a surrogate womb for a baby hippo. My survival instinct screamed at me to dial 9-1-1 before my heavy belly dragged me to the floor, but my brain was clouded with nommyness. As if that weren't enough of a warning, when I got home that evening I had another couple slices . . . and didn't need to eat dinner that night. I think this bread warps spacetime, it is bread within bread within bread. It had some cinnamon-flavored cocaine sprinkled on the top, but other than that I have no clue what kind of bread it is. I dare not ask Katherine what kind of bread it is, because I'd find the recipe and be the world's fattest man for a week, then die.
Suffice it to say, the loaf is now gone. But it will live on in my memories and dreams.

I think there must've been a few pounds of sugar in that bread I just ate, because I'm working on cosplay right now (which always get me hyper and excited), but right now it's more like hyper . . . on steroids.
Tonight I'm trying to finish Wybie's coat. The pattern says I'm done, but I'm not quite content with the fit so now I have to enter the uncharted waters of altering it myself.
Oh yeah, and the head driller said that we've only got a couple weeks left of work here. The army inspector says there's 4 months of work to go, but I don't work for (or trust) her. If there's really only 2 weeks left to go, that's great news! I'm not getting my hopes up too much, considering how often our work schedule changes, but it's the first mention anyone's made of an end-date for this job. I would really like to get back home for good; this out-of-town arrangement has been stressful for Liz and I. It would be great not to have it interfering anymore. The only downside to the completion of this job is that I won't be seeing much of Cameron any more. This job has given me the opportunity to spend time with him again, like we haven't done since before I went off to college years ago. It's too bad we don't live closer, because he really is my best friend.
My sister graduated vet grad school last week (I couldn't go to the graduation because I was working). Now she insists on being called Dr. K. Ha! I can't wrap my head around calling her "Doctor". And she's going to be doing her internship at a clinic in Austin. Fancy that! I don't click with my sister as well as I do with my brother; I haven't really had a chance to get to know her as an adult. It'll be interesting to do so while she's in Austin.
I get the feeling there was something else worth mentioning, but it slips my mind at the moment. Oh well, back to cosplay!

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[trickyfrog.livejournal.com]

*happy*

[tallus-rip.livejournal.com]

Lol Devil's bakery

Devil Baker Helper

[replicasolider.livejournal.com]

Katherine is finishing up another batch of the base this week so expect presents when I see you this weekend.