Bwah!

I just went out and walked Toto. As I walked past the door to the first floor apartment it hit me that that apartment doesn't have a living room. And the kitchen is REALLY small and weird (sink is in a little pantry). I had to borrow their phone last night, because we got locked out, and, well, it's not a very interesting story. But, how weird to have no real common room.

My piece of apple pie is missing. I think Toto has grown opposable thumbs, figured out how to get into the fridge, and found the love that is apple pie.

Evil dog.

A friend of mine told me the local Humane Society was advertising a Yorkie on the radio today as their adoption special. I'm very tempted to go take a look. I wanna see if he has opposable thumbs, too.

Awwww...Sail! So cute! You should totally check the Yorkie out. They have such personalities.

Well, I guess the advert worked very well, Simon's already got an adoption pending. Still, I can check back every now and then to see what else they might have.

Dear Powers That Be -

I don't know why you took my trouble-free, cheerful, and docile daughter and replaced her with the screaming demon that now resides in our house. Was it a sick need to hear, "MINE! MINE! MINE!" screamed at 10,000 decibles for a full ten minutes? Was it a sadistic exercise in "Let's see how much Aimee can take before she pulls her hair out?" Either way, I would think that both of these needs have been met in the past two weeks and I would like The Other Emeline back as soon as possible (you know - the one without the goatee. Have you ever had to shave a toddler in the morning?)

Please accept the sacrifice of this dog, these Michael Kors shoes, and this long box of Silver Age comics in an effort to appease you.

Sincerely,
Aimee

P.S. In addition, I am enclosing a check for $5000 and some chocolate peanut butter chip brownies. The brownies are for now. Please wait until next Friday to cash the check.

Poor Aimee. Hopefully this stage will end before she becomes a teenager.

Oodles of job-ma to you, Plei.

Steph!! I got the VM. Thanks much!

I stopped at Target on my way home for cat litter and such, thinking it would be safe since I didn't feel like shopping.

Oops.

All kinds of ~ma to you, Plei. And ita. And brenda. And Katie Bee.

I stopped at Target on my way home for cat litter and such, thinking it would be safe since I didn't feel like shopping.

Ha! The Target Trap is never safe. And "just stopping in for cat litter" is its biggest lure.

Could I request some ~ma for my mom? She took my dad to the nursing home today. I'd ask for ~ma for my dad, but he's gone downhill so much in the past 6 weeks that it doesn't seem to be affecting him much. I think I'm going to try heading down there for a quick weekend soon because I'm not so sure he's going to make it to Christmas.

Oh, Aimee. Wanna ship her here for a week? Give you a break? Make me thankful for Toto :).

I stopped at Target on my way home for cat litter and such, thinking it would be safe since I didn't feel like shopping.

Oops.

Lee! Don't you know the Target rule?! You can't walk out before spending $100. They actually don't allow it.

eta:

~ma for ChiKat and her family. Such a rough situation, hon. I hope you can get down for a visit soon.

job~ma for Plei. Somehow I missed that one.

t raises hand

Also went to Target tonight.