SPOOOOOOOON!!!

(Sorry; I'm in a Tick place after seeing Emmett's little wooden boy.)

Zappos makes buying shoes WAY too easy.

Word.

I wore my CAT boots out and about last night for the first time ever. I think I might need to buy another pair, because I can easily see myself wearing these every. frickin'. day.

I have pukey cats.

My cat's breath smells like cat food.

Raq, those are really classy looking shoes. I hope they feel as good as they look.

So temped to say, "you betcher boots", juliana.

Hey, juliana (and anyone else, really) -- I thought you might like this site: Theatre Ephemera, a collection of photographs and drawings of pre-20th-century American theaters and the actors who graced their stages.

Emmett's dimple and golden boy locks have slain me dead.

We're finally out of here and heading home in an hour or so. I miss my husband, my bed, my house, my dogs and even my evil cat.

I wouldn't mind the cat throw-up so much, but Daniel slipped in it. Even though he seems not much the worse for wear, my heart is still going a mile a minute. The fact that I've had CPR and 1st Aid classes twice this summer does not eliminate spazzing from my repertoire of responses to medical emergencies.

And no amount of looking it up is going to make "repertoire" look right today.

Now that I've had vw's cereal, I think I'll head back to bed.

tuls