A tv schedule note for tonight--A Charlie Brown Christmas is on ABC at 8:00 (Eastern) for one full hour (lots of commercials, I'm guessing).
Oz ,'First Date'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
A bunch of us put up the office Holiday tree today during lunch and I celebrated by doing the Peppermint Patty dance from that very show for my fellow decorators.
I am taping the Charlie Brown to watch when I put up my tree, which will not be in November. I have the Grinch waiting for later, too!
So, my cat puked today, but he seems fine. That's no big deal, right?
Also, I bought a scratch card today that turned out to be $5, WTF, but I won $14! Sweet. I am now probably even on lottery tickets for the past five years.
My favorite undies were (thanks to Cash's suggestion) were Body by Victoria briefs. So soft. And wonderful.
I'm wearing some RIGHT NOW. ATFG!
No big deal. If it keeps up, offer him some vaseline.
Robin is awesome.
When I outgrew (ahem) my hooked-pants, I'd loop a hair elastic through the loop and attach the hook to that.
Four people have remarked on my weight loss in the last couple of weeks. A weight loss which hasn't happened, according to my scale and my clothes. It's disconcerting. I wonder if it is longer hair. And now, I've got a haircut appointment on saturday. Maybe bye bye weight loss?
Mister Kitty is sitting quite royally on a rectangle of crinkly irridescent plastic. He's quite thrilled with it.
Still no sign of the mouse. God, I hope it escaped. Otherwise, it is likely dead IN MY LOVESEAT which is just a bad idea all around.
My mother thinks she has pleurisy. She google-diagnosed. She has a doctors appt right now, thankfully.
So, my cat puked today, but he seems fine. That's no big deal, right?
Right, unless he keeps puking or won't eat.
I miss Homer.
If it keeps up, offer him some vaseline.
Like, to eat? Seriously.
Homer misses you too, Lee.
I'm addicted to Freecycle. I love how, with one post, you have a half dozen immediate offers for people to come and take away your useless shit.
Still no sign of the mouse. God, I hope it escaped. Otherwise, it is likely dead IN MY LOVESEAT which is just a bad idea all around.
You'll know in a day or two for sure.
That's what I'm afraid of, Cash.
Like, to eat? Seriously.
Seriously. MK will mug me for the stuff. He knocked the top off one container and proceded to scoop out blobs with his paw. I don't imagine a lot is good for them, but...it is grease. If hairballs are the culprit, it'll let them, um, slide through.
Homer misses you too, Lee.
YAY. Don't believe you, what with the walnut size brain and all (In the cat, not me, so just hush Aimee), but still.
Perkins the cat is at the vet today burning a hole in my savings account recovering from getting his teeth cleaned and one extracted. If he keeps going at this rate he's not going to have any teeth left.