And now theirs 98 bottles of beer on the wall?
Nine in the fridge, actually.
Twelve bottles of beer in the fridge. One drunked previously. Eleven bottles of beer in the fridge. One crashed to the floor. Ten bottles of beer in the fridge. One going in my tummy. Nine bottles of beer in the fridge...
I think I am braving one last trip of stuff out of the house and one last trip of stuff in from the car and then I am done (barring swapping out laundry and lying on heating pads) for the day.
Man, building a roaring fire in the fireplace really is one of life's great pleasures, isn't it? Am happy now. Wish I had more wood, though. And a shirtless Jensen Ackles to keep warm in front of the roaring fire.
Dude, the last hour gave me shirtless, wet, in glasses, and crying.
It was Ackles overload. I may not recover. I may not WANT to recover.
And, if I get Drew Barrymore. All to myself.
I think you can probably beat out the stalkerdocumentarian.
Aimee might be tougher.
Hee.
I've finally discovered something that has killed the bug in my ass and drastically improved my mood:
Prince, Beyonce, and dancing.
Quick, someone remind me why I agree to host a Thanksgiving party every year?
... oh my god, the dust. I mean, I know we're terrible kinda lax housekeepers, but still. Dust! And cat fur! Everywhere.
Man, building a roaring fire in the fireplace really is one of life's great pleasures, isn't it?
It really is. I just started mine.
Have fetched and ferried all that will happen today. Trying to convince Puppycat that the heated grain pack on my back would be nice to lie on instead of her headbutting my side. She likes the warm but she is stupid.
... oh my god, the dust. I mean, I know we're terrible kinda lax housekeepers, but still. Dust! And cat fur! Everywhere.
Right there with you, Jilli. You've seen the rather wee size of my place, yes? And I emptied the bagless vac four times today. So much cat fur and dust...
Ooh, a roaring fire would be nice....
It's cold and raining outside, and I'm thinking that makes it a nice evening to STAY HOME.
But I'm kinda sad, cause the thanksgiving I'm going to tomorrow doesn't start until 6:30!!! Freaks. Who eats turkey that late???
So I'll have to figureo ut something to do all day (other htan make the green bean casserole, which I'll also do). And if i stay home tonight, I'll have watched all my TV and stuff.
Come visit and I shall make you a fire! Portland is all pretty and stuff...