I understand (well, C understands) that as long as there are tasty tasty humans around, bed bugs can't be bothered with the cats. So, um, that's good. Meanwhile C looks like she's been on Survivor. Horrid red bites all over.

I had them a while ago. It is something that can drive you crazy,and I consider myself terribly lucky that we were able to get rid of them. We don't have them anymore, but I still feel like I shouldn't tell people lest I become a bedbug pariah.

I'm assuming that hardwood floor help insulate me against bedbugs, though I don't know if they really need carpet to live in.

Today I get to feel both productive and fun-filled, as I did 3 miles of walking and then 3 hours at the pool (OK, so the latter mainly involved producing a sunburn), followed by finally going to see Waitress again as I'd been intending for several weeks. Oh, and hung out for a bit at lunch with Smoking Hot Bartender, who revealed he just bought a motorcycle. And apparently joined a 1950s era biker gang, from the looks of it. Or the Prussian army.

Now it's off to Bahama Breeze to treat Best Friend to a birthday dinner. Fortunately, his Devil children are away with the in-laws, so we likely won't be thrown out of the restaurant or end up wearing our food.

I'm assuming that hardwood floor help insulate me against bedbugs

Nope, they can live between the floor boards in cracks and stuff.

When I moved into my new flat (well, now 6 month old flat) I got a Roomba robot vacuum cleaner. Each day I go to work, each day it cleans the hardwood flooring and the carpets. Magic. I loves my robot vacuum (Boomer the Boomba I call it. Yes, I named it.)

Congrats on the condo Brenda!!

I had subway for supper, because my friend visitng from Boston who I was supposed to have supper with never called. To be fair, she's really here to visit her sister who is in the hospital trying not to give birth just yet to triplets, and who was allowed out for the day, so she needed her more than I did.

Oh yes, we loves the Roomba. Not that I remember to turn it on enough. The dog does, though, accidentally.

I ended up having pizza for dinner, which was yummy, but not exactly what I was looking for, more's the pity.

Oh, What's a Buffalo Chicken Salad?

t /ignorant canadian

I've had Jump in the Line as an earworm for a good two weeks. Now mac is singing the chorus:

Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake your body line
Shake, shake, shake, Senora, shake it all the time
Work, work, work, Senora, work your body line
Work, work, work, Senora, work it all the time

(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) OK, I believe you!
(Jump in de line, rock your body in time) Whoa!

I think I will refrain from teaching the verses

My girl's name is Senora
I tell you friends, I adore her
And when she dances, oh brother!
She's a hurricane in all kinds of weather

You can talk about Cha Cha
Tango, Waltz, or de Rumba
Senora's dance has more title
You jump in the saddle
Hold on to de bridle!

Senora, she's a sensation
The reason for aviation
And fellas, you got to watch it
When she wind up, she bottom, she go like a rocket!

Senora dances Calypso
Left to right is de tempo
And when she gets the sensation
She go up in the air, come down in slow motion

So far, my cats haven't managed to turn on Boomer. It's only a matter of time, though...