Cameron's a freak and House is a prick.

I also stopped watching the show, so either or both of those statements may no longer be true.

I have no cats.

I spent the morning teaching and taking krav. I had a "krav is so cool" moment that will mean nothing to anyone here. In the class I was assisting, I taught gun from the front defense and then the lead instructor taught the defense for gun from the side (in front of the arm). And very well. Once they'd gotten that, she taught them gun from the front (with pressure) defense which goes like "Twist your body out of the way and then do the defense for gun from the side (in front of the arm)."

It was just so tidy and kravvy.

Then I took fight, partnered with the biggest and most savvy guy there, was mildly humiliated, and was then dropped by a punch to the thigh (yeah, that thigh) from someone else.

Never been dropped before.

25 pretty roses from Trader Joe's after not killing anyone in the parking lot. And then comics.

I will shower, and then bathe (because I'm indolent like that), food, errands, maybe even read those lovely comics calling to me.

Oh, yeah, Saturday rocks.

NO OUTSIDE PANTS!

I wish I'd listened to you. That was a TOTAL waste of outside pants, since the vet was out of big bags of food, and all of the drivers between here and there were being totally aggro.

On the other hand, I now have a burrito bigger than my head, which means I don't have to worry about dinner either.

I hope your thigh is okay, ita.

No...both still true. I agree that they didn't really set up the vibe, but I'm such a Cameron I fill it in well enough.

How do you know if eggs have gone bad?

They start yelling at the milk.

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Take your eggs and place them in a bowl of water. If the egg is fresh, it will sink to the bottom and lie on its side. An older egg will stand up on one end and if the eggs are REALLY old, they may even float.

They start wearing leather.

I don't think that old necessarily means bad. If they're bad, they smell.

Well, we'll see if I get sick, I suppose. It wasn't slimy or smelly, so there you go.

Watching Hidalgo. Kind of scattered and aimless. The movie, that is. Although, me too.

Lovely day. Was out in the gorgeousness of it all from 11:30 until 7. Good freaking times. Now I'm getting ready to gp to bed, since early church tomorrow means up and outta the house by 8:15.