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[kittydesade]

Put Ar or An in the question and write out the appropriate response with the correct form of the verb.
(itheann)
Ar ith tú bricfeasta maith ar maidin? D'ith mé.
An ith tú bricfeasta maith ar maidin? Ithim. (because this could be both, really)

(fágann)
Ar d'fhág sibh an teach go luath ar maidin? D'fhág.
An fágann sibh an teach go luath ar maidin? Fágaimid.

(déanann)
Ar ndearna tú dearmad ar do hata? Ní dhearna mé dearmad mo hata.

(faigheann)
An bhfuair tú na ticéidí? Fuair mé na ticéidí.

(téann)
An ndeachaigh tú ann? Chuaigh mé ann.


Today's dance exercises were about as inefficient as one can get, ugh. Not entirely sure why, either. Tomorrow may be better. Should be better.

And the boy did pick up longer screws, so now we have the frames for raised beds. We just need to turn up the soil so that some of the mulch mixes in and then we can transplant maybe tomorrow or Friday! Which will be good because it's definitely time and almost past time to be planting. Well, except the peppers and cukes. And food from the ground! There will be food from the ground and it will be awesome.

At least there had better be food from the ground by the time Anna gets here or I will scold my garden most vociferously.

Anyway, the amaryllis bloomed. It popped out a huge freaking bloom and I need to take pictures of it because amaryllis! So beautiful. And it's in the 60s and 70s already and, okay, I could do without it pushing 80, but I am all about temperatures in the rest of that range. 'tis spring 'tis spring!

Which I will totally blame for my new habits and practices because otherwise I don't even. Well, no, I kind of do. And it started when I decided to change jeans and t-shirts for jeans (because my work isn't exactly the most decorous, and I like jeans, dammit) and blouses, nicer shirts, more fitted and pretty and decorated shirts. I doubt I'll ever be the traditional feminine, but my style seems to be a sort of faerie rock star type style, so I started swapping out generic-shaped t-shirts for that. And now we appear to have gone from nicer shirts to makeup. I've started putting on makeup, first lipstick in the morning, and then foundation powder. Since I'm not interested in much in the way of face makeup it's a light coating of that mineral powder shit and then done. And I do enjoy painting my nails, I like painting them funny colors. But now I've branched out into wanting to do eyeshadow, and I don't even with that. Apparently my ... something. Draws the line at eyeshadow. I have two voices right now, one of them all "IF YOU START WEARING EYESHADOW YOU FORFEIT ALL YOUR REBELLIOUS TOMBOY CRED," as though the nailpolish and foundation powder and lipstick weren't enough. And the other voice says "Look, you like colors, you like being funky colors, you want to be a rock star like Heart and P!nk and you want to be like Lori Petty and what's wrong with that? As long as it's something you want to do and feel like yourself while doing, what's wrong?" I like that voice a lot better. It's a more sensible voice.

So, that's happening, and I blame spring. And regardless of what the first voice says, I am wearing bright red nail polish (I forget the actual name), and black leather bracelets, and my "Yarrrrn!" shirt, and soft naturalish pink lipstick with gloss, and natural-looking base, and fuck anyone who says anything against it. This is how I want to be. And it's a beautiful day.