I'm pretty sure Erika's is the day after mine, which would make it September.

Errr, sorry. I thought I remembered someone in the last 30 or 40 posts of the previous thread wishing erika a happy birthday and didn't want to miss that. I was guilty of skimming.

So, anyway, happy un-birthday, erika.

ION, Daniel and I are making pickles.

thinking that Bil just accepted my birthday wishes. I was actually supposed to be born about now, but I'm just bringing the Serling bringing that up.

And Sammie is being her spazzy little cute self. She just came bounding down the stairs, crooning about her awesome hunting skills which have resulted in the awesome catch of an old toilet paper dur-dur tube from the trash can.

Also, does anyone know off-hand how long refrigerator pickles have to sit in the fridge before they are nice and pickle-y?

Puppycat, the earthquake detector has struck again.

Or the storm just actually slapped a tree against my wall.

Off to refresh the website to see which. It was more fun posting when I lived in SoCal cause more people than just likely felt the quake...

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2.7 Seriously? Maybe I felt it more because I am on the second floor. Also cause it was exactly here. But 2.7? Miniquake.

Time to go clean up the blood from Puppycat's fleeing from my lap.

that's 2.7 too much for me

that's 2.7 too much for me

I am officially In. Trouble.

They opened a new Old Navy in the Burbank mall.

I am So. Dead.

We're never moving. We'll have no money.

THERE IS A MOUSE IN MY KITCHEN.

What the fuck do I do??

Catch it.

Not with your hands.

Put some peanut butter on a piece of something and put it near a box you can tip over it, then scoop it up.

Toss the rodent outside.

Call the landlord.

I don't mind the quakes. Wish that Puppycat would find a better way to deal than to flee with claws flaying. Still, I heal better than my coffee table, so that is a blessing at least.

The nearest Old Navy is someplace I haven't found yet. I can't but help think that this is a good thing for my credit card.