I'm selling my thirteen-year-old niece
Um.
For a second I thought you were selling her for DVDs. Harsh.
Heh. Not the only one.
I have no kitties. I miss my kitties. H does not. He prefers breathing. I have, however, had half a schmancy frosting-and-whole-pecans-and-coconut-and-more-frosting cupcake and am in the sugar-high Wheeeeeee! part of the program. I expect the sugar crash-and-coma soon.
Loki has a hiding place I still don't know about.
So it finally happened, I knew it was a matter of time: I found Pumpkin's collar in the toilet. Sigh. She likes playing with it and she likes putting things she plays with in the toilet.
You sure she wasn't raised by raccoons?
Given her looks...
Funny thing, Devi used to drown her toys in the waterdish. Still does, sometimes, but I think Loki intervenes before it gets to drowning time.
I forgot to do anything productive this weekend.
Oops.
At least I spent a lot of money.
I have been looking all afternoon for one of my W-2. Wrangled 4 piles of papers, tossed a bunch of stuff, made 4 new files and sorted more stuff. Just found it, not at all where I thought it was. At least I can start on the taxes now.
I have almost cleared off my shows on the TiVO. Mac has too much stuff just sitting on here, I am going to dump some of it.
I moved the washer the other day in my cleaning frenzy and apparently unseated the drain hose. Guess who has a flooded laundry room.
The kids went out to dinner with KCD, so I bought myself a capresi risotto from the deli counter and a lamb chop. It smells so good in my house right now.
I love this article where Nick Denton is deliberately irritating, and Susan Morrison is plain clueless.
They're doing open casting for the part of Colin's son on his new show via YouTube.
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So we stopped by Sephora after the move yesterday, and I picked up the magnetic nailpolish. Now, let's see if I can actually apply it without going nuclear.