Poor Harvey cat. He was woken up by my cat stacking being too loud.

Not the first time I've heard about it, but still - weasel poop coffee. ick. Presumably that coffee REALLY tastes like ass.

Groceries have been shopped. Cats have been fed (and disturbed because I washed their food bowls and nothing freaks out a puppycat like not having food Right In Front Of Her.). Dishes have been done. Plans have been made with the fix-it guy to once again fix my faucet (kittens on "I'm getting a new one.") while I am gone. Laundry has been put off due to sloth and time restraints. Must clean cat box, shower, pack an overnight bag and head up to the folks now. Hoping for a night shift tonight.

Anyone ever notice that (.)(.) looks like boobies? Cause it can't just be me. Not in this crowd.

She said, hand to forehead, "He's crying because he's so worried about me." And she was serious.

BWAHAHAHA!

Funniest. Kid. Evar.

Absolutely.

I had conjunctivitis once. *shudder*

We went to a matinee of Walk the Line. Reese Witherspoon has moved from "cute" to "beautiful" in my book.

DH has to find a suit for this Spring. He's notoriously picky and hard to fit. He has NO idea what he wants and is trying to research material, cut, patterns and style. This is a man who owns two pairs of shoes, two pairs of jeans and has had the same windbreaker jacket for seven years. Our excursions for suit shopping have often ended in arguments and tears.

I just want to hire a personal shopper for him for this particular event.

t raises hand

I'll do it! I love shopping for and with men!

I'll do it! I love shopping for and with men!

I practically guarantee you'd want to smack him after an hour. "What's worsted wool?" "What the hell is seersucker?" "Is linen cotten?" *sigh*

I know Nordstrom's has personal shoppers, Cash. Send him off there.

I practically guarantee you'd want to smack him after an hour. "What's worsted wool?" "What the hell is seersucker?" "Is linen cotten?" *sigh*

Nah - I just turn into Roberta Phalange and start making shit up.

I just got back from running errands and having a late lunch. It was spitting rain when I left (2ish) - while I was walking from the first store to the post office it started raining much more serioiusly. The post office was crazy busy - - who knew that they were busy between 2 and 3 pm? Not me. Walking from the post office to the restaurant -- it started sleeting. While I was eating my lunch -- the sleet changed to the most gigantic snowflakes ever. It was still snowing the most gigantic snowflakes ever when I walked home and now it's snowing VERY hard indeed.

But - I FINALLY mailed my niece's Christmas presents and I was able to buy myself some very nice tea. (Have you guys heard of a tea company called Tempus? Or possibly Tempest? They are from Texas but have tea houses in California.)

Cash, if there's no Nordstroms, send him to Men's Warehouse.

With Owen.