ION, I can't wait to be done with this dogsitting gig. I'm not getting my regular exercise in because it's impossible to do situps and pushups with all the dogs around (they get in your face), and I'm out walking the dogs every morning and evening instead of running. I don't have my Tivo or most of my own clothes, and I have to drive to work every day instead of catching the bus.
And I waste fifteen minutes every day either catching the puppy or cheerleading the St. Bernard to go up or down various stairs. Last night he needed ten minutes of cheering to take one step up to come into the bedroom. Oy. And I have to do it, because if I leave him in the other room, he moans and barks all night because he's lonely.
On the other hand, I'm accruing credit that I can burn when I go to Spain in March, and leave my dog with my sister. Still, she's definitely getting the better end of the deal.
Hey, tommyrot! Nice to see you. And bringing the links, awesome!
Consuela, how much longer?
The St. Bernard is afraid of stairs?
Please do not put Abed in a blender. I like him.
I would want the door chime even more if it worked as an intercom. Heh.
So I'm finally caught up. Was planning on getting caught up over the weekend, but instead spent it reading Catching Fire and Mockingjay.
Did you catch up to the part where we were missing you and wondering where you were?
Did you catch up to the part where we were missing you and wondering where you were?
Uh-huh. Just saw that a few minutes ago.
Trying to figure out who you could put in a blender to get me, and I haven't come up with anything yet. But now I'll be assessing candidates as I watch my shows.
Please do not put Abed in a blender. I like him.
It would be like that scene in Nightmare on Elm Street where the bed eats Johnny Depp.
Which would be sad.
Abed, Sheldon, Moss from the IT Crowd, and BBC Sherlock Holmes are among the long list of characters that other people have informed me I in some respects resemble.
The Britta piece, that one I own. I mean, I remember being asked about Superman by Lillian and going into way too much detail about his creation and Jewish identity in the United States in the 1930s. And, umm, dropping my first F bomb in front of her about gender essentialism. It's a thing.
