Hec, I saw a stand at the mall selling those "cats" and they also have "dogs". It is just creepy...creeeeeeee-pyyyyyyyyyy.

The oddest part was when we got home that day, our cat was curled up in the same position and could have easily subbed for one of the "cats".

Well, as long as you're getting some joy out of it.

I also felt a bit of joy.

Oh, no, they can't take it...it's your personal stapler. When my mom's school has spirit day, I give her a hard time about her "flair"(That sort of thing is why mom has a "This is my Halloween costume," t-shirt.)

I also felt a bit of joy.

I am the Joy Spreader!

Good thing people around here aren't into innunedo, or you could really work with that.

okay, stomach, YOU MUST CHILL! Now picturing Lloyd rubbing my stomach...well, that makes the rest of me better, if not the tum

Have I mentioned I also love erika? 'Cuz I do. My sistah in the Say Anything quotage!

I am the Joy Spreader!

Good thing people around here aren't into innunedo, or you could really work with that.

"Hm, Hec's spreading his--no, no, don't finish that thought" was honestly the very first thing through my head.

After wishing I had a sleeping kittie on my desk right now.

Us? No way. Huh huh huh. I must still be a little off or I'd have one for you...stupid weak stomach. Epic, funnier yet, I've got Mom doing it. My dog barks in the middle of the night, sometimes it sounds like "Arf!"
"You must chill, Betsy."
Sometimes it works...

Plus side, my friend Betty is back in town for the day

Betty moved? I didn't know that!

I don't know why people think I know what I'm doing, but it's a fucking lie, I tell you what.

You bluff well, apparently. (Now, on a serious note, how is your back?)

Teppy, don't you bury a statue of St. Anthony in the yard, if you want to sell your house?

St. Joseph, upside-down, in the front yard. Really. Cincinnati is a very Catholic city, and people who buy houses and then tear up the yard to landscape *often* find a St. Joseph statue.

Betty moved? I didn't know that!

Minneapolis. Where they immediately took their Bay Area savings and bought a very nice house.

Incidentally, here are the entire lyrics to the opening (pub singalong style) song that runs over the beginning of Slings and Arrows. Which is the best thing I've seen on TV all year. And which bears multiple re-viewings - and I know that because we're making tapes to send to people.

Cheer up, Hamlet! Chin up, Hamlet! Buck up, you melancholy Dane!
So your uncle is a cad who murdered dad and married mum
That's really no excuse to be as glum as you've become.
So wise up, Hamlet! Rise up, Hamlet!
Perk up and sing a new refrain!
Your incessant monologizing fills the castle with ennui
Your antic disposition is embarassing to see
And by the way, you sulky brat, the answer is: "To be."
You're driving poor Ophelia insane!
So shut up, you rogue and peasant
Grow up, it's most unpleasant
Cheer up, you melancholy Dane!

Good thing people around here aren't into innunedo, or you could really work with that.

I know it. You need to find a thread full of hot, lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty) Bitches.