Aw, he looks like a great cat! Bonus: all the fur on your clothes will match! (Also, be prepared to not be sure which one is harassing you in the middle of the night!)

I'm working on my second load of laundry, have swum and all my necessary shopping. Which means tomorrow is discretionary! So...maybe taxes and shopping for luggage and a camera.

And now I shall do my nails.

Dude!

Sweet!

frozen pizza in chez msbelle.

I cleaned up one pile of paper. mac took the dog out and fed her, now she is whining.

next up. making more filing labels and getting more paper piles cleared up.

Dude is adorbs.

I think dog sitting has confirmed that we are not ready for a dog until said dog can come into the house.

Hey, Dude!

Another thing I blame the Superbowl for is not being able to get the tune of "I Believe in a Thing Called Love" out of my head all week. I somehow missed The Darkness being that catchy back when they were in rotation on the radio. (Though it was amusing to see that Justin Hawkins apparently did so much coke he now believes it's the 70s.)

Yay clean sinks!

Okay, my productivity has finally petered out. I am off on my numbers by $1.98. Which probably means I put a $2.00 where it was supposed to be a $.02 somewhere, but I am too zonkered to figure it out.

The SO split and stacked another rick of wood, though, so it's been a productive day altogether.

Anyway, yes, tomorrow is taxes and housecleaning.

So now what?

Aaaand the little heater's fan won't come on. So it is going back to Target. Damnit.

So now what?

Want to write a bio for me?

Want to write a bio for me?

Or help me unpack? I have to get Dude's room ready for him.

And think of a better name