Buffy ,'First Date'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Colombia, 2 Os, no U.
yay haircut and new kitten.
boo neighbor and catsitter.
I finished the take-down of vbs stuff. hot, sweaty and tired. Broke down and moved around like 10 tables by myself, then moved to decorations still on the walls.
I really want to get my house clean, by I just do not think I have the energy, even with sleeping until after 10 this morning. just wiped out.
So, I was just thinking that the beach wasn't too crowded today, and I realized it was totally crowded, but the difference vs. my yout is ipods! I mean, right? I could listen to the conversation of the au pairs behind me, but no one had a radio playing, and that's what I always found oppresive in public. Huh.
Yeah, sounds like you need a break, msbelle.
Chihuahua herds sheep [link]
Having seen the way Cody the Wonder Dog eyeballs the deer in our yard, I am not surprised.
Vowels are all pretty much interchangeable.
I'd be fretting the same way, Zenkitty.
I just shelled fava beans. I feel so pioneerish.
Grant Brisbee is the funniest writer to write about baseball. And he writes about the Giants. But don't take my word for it - I present his description of a pitcher's poor bunting technique:
Bottom 6 - hahahahaha Casper Wells is trying to bunt again!!!! He looks like he's trying to bunt with his girlfriend's dachshund instead of his bat, and his manager is in one corner saying, "YOU'D BETTER GET THAT BUNT DOWN" and his girlfriend is like, "No! Herr Wriggles!" and Wells is totally conflicted so he just acts like an idiot and satisfies no one. Then he strikes out. Good. Never try to bunt again, Wells.
Epic hangover this morning, overslept the alarm, but got everything done. Plus bonus pity-massage from my hairdresser.
boo neighbor and catsitter.
Oh, Zen. I totally feel your pain.
Years ago an old boyfriend asked me to take care of his cats all the time. After a while, I expressed disinterest in being his full-time, for free, cat sitter since he traveled extensively.
It came to pass that he 'needed me' to cover one of two week period, but had someone else do the first week. I said I would do both weeks, or I needed contact info for that person, just in case.
In a pretty snotty tone, he told me to quit being such a control freak.
When I arrived after the first week, I discovered that NO ONE had been there. Had it not been that the bathroom tap was broken and one of the cats was desperate enough to climb into a cupboard and chew through the unopened cat food bag, the two creatures would have been dead.
I can't even express the mixture of feelings that thought evoked.
No more cat sitting for me.