Geoffrey and I went shopping today. It’s not something we do together very often, but shopping with him is truly enjoyable — he’s interested enough in what I look at to share the experience (and my excitement when I find something super-nifty), but not so interested that he hovers, or gets easily bored and tries to drag me out of a store. Today we went to Sock Dreams and Powell’s — the largest bookstore in the country. (The only way it could have been better is if I’d also hit Yarnia or Fabric Depot — the largest fabric store in the country — but the budget didn’t allow for a trifecta shopping run. *grin*)

We got some socks for each of us (including some over-the-knee dark green socks for me — which Lyse cannot stealborrow), and some books that we’ll both most likely end up reading. This trip was non-fiction only (for us, although we did grab some fiction for Yule gifts for a few people), which prompted me to think about how over-crowded and disheveled our non-fiction bookshelves are currently. I will have to reorganize them soon. Anyway, we got a couple of books on guns and a couple of books on country/sustainable living. I try to grab 1 or 2 of those every time I’m in Powell’s — I really like the Foxfire series (I read all of them when I was a kid devouring the small-town library), and the “Best of Backwoods Home magazine” books. Also got a nifty huge tome called The Big Book of Self-Reliant Living, which looks kick-ass amazing!

Went home to relax, and soon after my eldest and her fiance showed up. The Rocky Horror Picture Show cabaret is doing “Eighties Night”; Dustin is going as the Reanimator, and Angst is going as Jessica Rabbit:

Then Geoffrey decided to hand her his (unloaded) gun, so she could channel a Bond Girl:

She’ll be 20 on Monday. OMGWTFBBQ?! I’m not old enough to have a 20-year-old daughter, am I?