I have to get off the sofa. I have a noon massage. And even maybe brunch.
Can you have brunch if you've already had breakfast? Or does it have to be lunch then?
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I have to get off the sofa. I have a noon massage. And even maybe brunch.
Can you have brunch if you've already had breakfast? Or does it have to be lunch then?
Oh, wait.
I don't have a sofa.
I baked some rum cookies for a party I'm going to tomorrow. (Well, they're in the oven now. But the batter tastes good. Mmmm, rum.)
Laundry, laundry, laundry.
I'm so proud! My black eyed peas are done. Soup is done. Baby is napping. GO team me!
ita, tomorrow afternoon, right? What time works for you?
It's kind of amazing, the great gobs of fur you end up with. In fact, I'm Furminating Walter right now AIFG.
We have a loop-style shedding blade, and it works okay, but after looking on the Furminator site, we're definitely getting one.
Since my last post 3 hours ago, I have: brushed the dogs, taken my car to get it washed and cleaned inside, bought a newspaper, vacuumed the 4 main hairy rooms (kitchen, dining room, living room, and bathroom), and now I'm eating some chicken nuggets to fuel up before shredding old bills.
I think I need a beer.
The Furminator really does work so much better than the shedding blade, which we had thought was the shit for our sheddy double-coated dogs. Try Amazon for better prices on the Furminator.
My nephew doesn't really seem interested in playing with me, and my neice pretty much cries if I look at her.
I'm disowning them.
You guys. I can't get off the sofa!
There must be a virus going around. I got up at nine to go for groceries, adn finally made it there around 1. And that's all I've done today.
Matt, was it boy penetration?
Boy-on-girl from what I gathered, though I didn't stay past the female mudwrestling opener.
The real fun was bumping into the head of my university's honors program and his classy, sophisticated colleague/date on Bourbon Street right in front of the place with the mannequin legs pistoning in and out of the wall.