Oh, listen, there's a cat barfing. Dammit.
Please forgive me for laughing.
'The Killer In Me'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Oh, listen, there's a cat barfing. Dammit.
Please forgive me for laughing.
Marshmallows dissolve in water, so try putting a wet sponge on it.
Speaking of water, it has been raining here for forever. Outside is all gray sky and leaves that look like cornflakes that have been in milk too long.
Good lord, the lows in the coming week are going to be in the teens. This is late December weather! Stupid weather.
Please forgive me for laughing.
I forgive you. Haven't quite forgiven the cat, who is not sick but has learned that barfing up a little will get him awwed over and petted. Or it used to. Guess I shouldn't have tried to comfort Mr. Shelley that time he barfed and seemed distressed about it. Someone in this house is a genius who learns quickly, and I think it isn't me.
Went for a walk in the woods this morning, followed by slightly-undercooked pumpkin pancakes. Then I hit the new housewares store in my neighborhood. Which is not a BB&B, it's a hipster housewares store, with faux-antique sheet metal signs on the wall and cocktail cookbooks and modernist furniture. It's really cool, but it's also a sign that this neighborhood is changing fast.
Now I have to edit some stuff for my brother, and make something out of all the leftover bread in the freezer. I suspect it will be savory bread pudding with sausage and kale. That'll be tasty.
If you'd cooked those pancakes thoroughly, they wouldn't have been able to follow you into the woods.
God, I am in such a pissy mood and I can't shake it. Family is not helping. I'm not fit to be around the humans.
Football not helping either.
Hi, we're the New Orleans Saints. We like to beat good teams and then lose to terrible teams, just to make sure our fan base never feels secure.
Yeah. I was low energy to start with, and then researching running watches made me want to go back to bed, and this game is just draining me entirely. Seriously with the back to back missed field goals putting us in overtime? That's just silly.
Bears fan next to me started fucking with me and that oddly is helping a little. But Jesus I am ready to just go off. (FTR, the pissy started before the football)