(X-post with Natter, cause I started it here:) So far, the Extreme Maintenance has included setting fires in the Grand Canyon, the two-month seven-day-a-week, ten-hours-a-day process to clear the Going-to-the-Sun road in Glacier National Park, and now hunting an alligator, um... somewhere. I missed what park.
Jasmine ,'Power Play'
Spike's Bitches 23: We've mastered the power of positive giving up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
God I love dog tv.
Whenever I am at a friend's house...who has a tv, I'm all over Animal Planet.
I'm the sappiest of sapersteins when it comes to "That's My Baby."
But last week? I watched a 'game' show called 'Who Gets The Dog?' on AP. It was like "The Swan" for pathetic/wrongness. Pimp a dog to three families, set them up to fail in training exercises they have no instruction for, then deny two families and watch their kids cry. Lovely.
Oh! They're not so much hunting it as inventorying a nest to check hatchling rates while warding off the mother alligator. (It's on the Travel Channel. Probably the Everglades?)
ETA: Alligators first, now crocodiles. Nifty! Very different kind of nest.
Oh my goodness. Baby crocodiles make incredibly cute noises.
::imagining little wee voices say, "eat you! I'mma EAT you! numnumnumnumnum."::
going back to bed on a Sunday ...mmm what a good idea .
so far I have had two cookies and a tiny cup of tea. I need food but not sure what. Matt is going out to liook at tree stumps.
should I 1) go to the cafe and have them make me food. possible followed by some bead shopping.
or
2) find some yummy food in the house and watch tv.
note: at 3ish I do have to do something
Spent an hour window shopping at the new Crate & Barrel store. Realize I want all new everything for my house. Sadly, I could afford none of it.
So I settled for a vanilla/hazlenut latte that I could afford.
The snow turned to a nice, sleety, slushy rain. Oh, joy.
Should do work. Will I? Mmm, excellent question, grasshopper.
Because certainly there are people out there who get suspicious-looking bruises for totally innocuous reasons.t looks around, suspiciously
Yeah, I am that person.
And from family and people who really do know me well, I can understand them not asking. But my doctor has never asked question #1 when I came in looking like someone took a baseball bat to my back and legs (ftr, twisted my ankle at a wedding reception and tumbled down the stairs).
Yeah, I am that person.
Me, too. I got MAJOR third-degree from my doctor a few years back because I was washing the tub and a shampoo bottle fell on my eye, giving me a handy-dandy shiner.
It did. Honest. I am that sort of person. I constantly have thigh and buttock bruises from walking into door handles.