I went to a taping of a tv show for TrojanVision this morning, since my friend hosts it, and he asked people to come, since he was imitating James Lipton, and interviewing Henry Winkler. I have to say, I was very very impressed with Henry Winkler. He was very gracious, funny, and quite charming. He took the time to interact with every person in the studio, including the (small) audience. Also, he called me cutie, and no one else received a similar compliment, so I'm special. Heh. Now you all know.
I don't mind DST because it means that there's one less hour I have to wait before I can go back to dance class.
ETA: Allyson's making me desperately jealous, and wanting a kitten.
I'm sure that the kittens are very happy to not have the nasty bitey insects biting them anymore. Plus, you feed them.
Meanwhile, I went to the grocery store and they had pears on sale: Bartletts, Boscs AND Anjou. I bought some Bartletts and Anjou pears. My cat seems to think that pears are what cats eat. However, I don't think he'd have liked my Bartlett pear -- it was kind of tasteless. I'm hoping that the Anjous are better.
America's Test Kitchen did a carmelized pear thing last week that looked so good. Might have to try it out.
OMG, FONZIE LIKES ALIBELLE!
ALLI-N-THEFONZ4EVAH!!!1!!!
Alibelle's cuteness is apparent to all.
I want a kitten, too, but I'm afraid two cats would be Too Much.
Thanks, Jesse.
If you think one cat is cute and funny, you should really see how two or even THREE kitties interact. No, really. You know you want to.
Cat people: this site cracks me up -- My Cat Annie, a guy's cat and the stuff she does. (Probably quickest on high-speed, but if you're patient on dial-up, it'll load. And once they load and play, they run on an infinite loop, so you have plenty of time to both read the text and watch the cat antics.) My favorite, hands down, which made me laugh for about a full minute, is "Stealth."
Aaaargh! I had TBS on TV in the background, and some old Steven Weber movie came on and earwormed me with its opening montage set to "Afternoon Delight." The song has chewed its way through "He's the Greatest Dancer," "More, More, More," and "Shame" to get at me. If ABBA Gold isn't enough to get it out of my brain, I'll be left with a choice between The Song from Hell or smacking myself in the forehead with a hammer.
Damn you to hell, Hutch Rimes!
