Happy Birthday, Hec! (Hey, there's still another hour and some to go here, it's valid.)
I bought a digital camera today. And I colored my hair (medium auburn.) I'm hoping to pick up a package tomorrow with my tiara in it. Then, there will be pictures.
That would be a good idea, Nicole.
I had no songs stuck in my head at all today, but that didn't stop me from admiring my boss's legs while he was having a department meeting. I don't need no stinking reverence. I just need pretty legs.
You were feeling it, dude. You got it. How many people were sitting there hearing an adult from Charlie Brown talking, all "Waa waa waah."
And with that, I should probably stop talking and go to bed before I embarrass myself.
Any interesting drink ideas to use up the rest of the vodka or gin should be forwarded to Lilty the Singing Lush Who is Hair, and her Giggling Roomate.
ETA: Shite, I thought it but never typed it. Happy Birthday, Hec! (Four minutes East Coast to spare. Whew.)
Perkins, we've left them alone for the long weekend before. The only reason we didn't last time we went to SF was because Mo needed meds.
I think they will be okay. I think I can ask someone to look in on them on Saturday or Sunday too.
Cats are fine on their own for a long weekend. Really. If you make sure they have plenty of food and water, they'll amuse themselves. One cat, probably not, but yours have company. I have left pairs of cats alone for three or four days all my life and never had a single problem, other than getting the cold shoulder when I got home, but that happens no matter what I do.
As long as Ozzie doesn't eat Perkins, I think so.
Then, there will be pictures.
Excellent. I love Sail pics.
One cat, probably not
The only problem I had with Ashton was the whole "What the fuck are you doing back? THIS IS MY HOUSE NOW!" attitude for a few days.