Nicole, that is awfully productive of you for your first day of vacation.
Erika - hope that your dog feels better soon - have you changed dog food lately? sox-mutt always hurls when we change her food. when she chews on something really bad, like a coke can? no problem whatsoever. She's contrary.
Sparky reminds me I haven't posted commando training news lately - mostly really good - the whole thing totally worked, except for yesterday, which was more like KristenTs Kitten, without the mattress - so the score is now: toddler: 1, carpet: 0.
Oh, yes, I knew I forgot something: Feel-better~ma for pup of erika.
She seems a bit more alert since I posted last.And has eaten again, but it's been only a few minutes so I can't tell if that's good or not.
Was feeling pretty sorry for myself till I caught this billy chick(all y'all Homicide fans should remember about billies) trying to keep ahold of the guy who did her when she was passed out. Even for Balmer, that shit's off the hook. Compared to her, I'm just fine, thank you. With the heaviest white-folks Baltimore accent "know" and "now" have about three syllables.
Billies *do* talk too much.
Oops. I should've mentioned that I stayed home most of the weekend to get a head start on the to-do list.
Commando training~ma, Sox. It sounds like it's going fairly well, minus one mishap.
Erika, I should have the first four discs of season 7 of H:LotS in my mailbox tomorrow, thanks to Netflix. I'd been spreading out my watching of the seasons because I didn't want them to come to an end... but after seeing the finale for season 6, I *had* to bump 7 up on the queue.
careful erika, or I'ma send you a copy of Christmas on the stoop
(eeeoowwh, I waaaeunt craabs fer Christmas, eeeeeoowh, onleee craaaabs will dew...)
happy birthday , Daisy Jane
AAAAIIIIIEEEE!!!
Giant clumps of cold, white STUFF are falling from the sky.
Is it the Apocalypse? Is the end nigh?
Clearly it is the end of life in Michigan. You need to save yourselves and come back to California.
Oh, she rolled in something gross yesterday. maybe she got sick from it. Maybe she ate some.
You know, maybe Risley Tucker could tell what part of town you're from when you open your mouth. I thought he was talking out of his child-murdering ass.(I'm not saying I could but it's cute to me, here in the land of the great uninflected. Except for Chicagoans...Phoenix has the most outside of Chicago. Oh my gad.)
