I have to admit, the first time I cried over the dog episode,(Jurassic Bark?) it wasn't even the episode. It was someone recounting the episode. Then I watched it on Youtube and sobbed. It is the only futerama episode I have ever watched.

This vintage Etsy shop always has a good selection of leather backpacks, ita. I have never bought anything there, but I always keep my eye on it. [link]

I don't even know what that Futurama episode is about, and yet I'm never watching it. Which I think was my reaction last time this topic came up.

This [link] is where I bought my manly man-purse.

Dear tweens in the backyard of the house behind my apartment - if you keep screaming SHUT UP!!!! at each other much longer, I will go down there and beat you with baseball bats.

Signed,

Seriously, I know it's summer, but I can hear you from 4 floors up like you were standing in my living room. Go inside and play video games or something.

I'd give you my small backpack ita, but it's too small to hold a tablet, or even a regular hardback book.

I saw The Champ, I'm pretty sure I cried but frankly it's never held any place in my memory. Unlike Sounder. Sounder was the saddest movie I had ever seen, until I made the mistake of watching Wit. I swear I bawled for 45 minutes straight.

Oh, man, Wit was hard.

Wit was friggin' brutal.

It was brutal, but amazing.

feeling distinctly un-Steph-like and neighborly.

I lurve this. As you well know, it has been my refrain these past 2 year.

The dogwalker network in our community (we have teeny yards but a great big field nearby) is THE source of neighborhood news and gossip. Not having a dog, I have to rely on Elizabeth to keep me up to date for new larger than our street (where I appear to have befriended more neighbors than anyone else. I got dubbed the drunken New Mexican mayor of Elkader. To be fair, my wineglass mysteriously was always full.)

Took a spectacular fall in Target. Some dumbass spilled what I assume was a bottle of soap and vacated (laundry detergent based on its lowsudsing in the shower later. ) It was clear, I stepped in it, one leg went one way, the other..well, the other. Landed on one hip, doing the splits. Never knew I could. I had soap all the way ALL THE WAY up my inner thigh. I was wearing a dress. I'll probably only get a couple of bruises out of this. Took half one of those industrial sized roll of paper towels to get enough off that I could walk without fear of falling . Manager was apoplectic, really wanted to get me checked out. Thing is? I fall well. I don't like falling, but when I do, I'm really good at not doing lasting damage. I don't know how.

Laundry washing now, the dress soaked up a fair amount.

Have the next two days off, but will be entertaining my uncle until Sunday. But the cat fur is sucked up, kitchen floor clean, and I shoved a bunch of boxes into the closet.

And MK is 7 lbs 9 oz on the kitchen scale I bought at Target. I had to put him in a bowl. It was kinda funny.