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[kittydesade]

Was bedeutet das? Bilden Sie neue Substantive aus den folgenden Wörtern und geben Sie die englischen Äquivalente wieder. Wo sind diese verdammt Stunde??

1. die Bilder + das Buch = das Bilderbuch (picture book)
2. die Farb(e) + der Fernseher = der Farbfernseher (Color TV)
3. die Blumen + das Geschäft = das Blumengeschäft (flower shop)
4. die Kinder + der Garten = der Kindergarten (HAH. I know that one. Okay, so it looks like this is pretty much word smash. Got it.)
5. die Geschicht(e) + s + der Professor = der Geschichtsprofessor (history professr? that seems so unnecessary)
6. das Hotel + der Gast = der Hotelgast (Hotel guest)
7. der Abend + das Kleid = das Abendkleid (Cocktail dress. Technically dinner dress.)
8. das Haus + das Tier = das Haustier (House pet)
9. der Brief + der Freund = der Brieffreund (pen pal)
10. die Sonne + n + die Brille = die Sonnenbrille (sunglasses)


I sat down to eat lunch and started to fuck around on the internet, and a little voice inside my head said "Isn't there something you should be doing?" No. Go away. "Isn't there something else you're supposed to be doing?" FINE. And then I dragged out my German book. That little voice sounded suspiciously like Eric Renard. Fucking smarmy bastard. Can I trade him in for his brother?

There, Eric. I did my German. Now shut up.

It's Monday. It's Monday and I'm still tired from housework over the weekend. It's Monday, I'm still tired from housework over the weekend, and I have the usual weekend backlog of shipping to do. This is the whiny paragraph of DO NOT WANT.

Yuletide Nominations are open! and will be open until October 3rd, for those of you who, like me, had too many to pare down and wanted to see if someone else would be kind enough to nominate some of yours. Everyone remembers what happens to me during Yuletide yes? Yes. That will happen again. And since I've discovered ways of being MOREBETTER efficient with things like cooking and such, and by the time crunch time comes I should be all moved in, FEAR MY PINCH-HITTING CAPABILITIES. FEAR THEM. Or just point and laugh at me because I'm a masochist.

Today, god, there will be early bedtime please let me manage it. Or there may be a 20 minute nap after UPS goes. After work there will be going home, collecting the boy, and then going over to the house to pull nails out and do a few other things before coming back home and heating up dinner. Yay batch cooking. Without which I would not survive this, I think. I'm going to be batch cooking on the weekends until at least January. Which means I need more recipes that batch and freeze well. Gimme, folks! (Although, heh, once we get moved in I can dig up a George Foreman from somewhere and do hamburgers some nights.) I will say, all this running around and doing crap... well, come to think of it, will probably hit a pause when the contractors start really fucking around on the house, because there will be only so much we can do with their stuff in the way. And then, once we're living in one place instead of two it should tone down some more. And everything that's making me run the Red Queen's race is stuff I like and want to be doing, rather than oh god do I have to call another bank please no. I can live with this.

Right. Back to the grind, there's a shitpile of orders and they need to get gone. Shipping kitty to the rescue! Here I come to save the day!