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.
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.
Well, that was a bizarrely crap movie. Must walk the dog, and then either do some work or get myself to bed. I hate having this huge workload hanging over my vacation.