I want to watch it in order! I'm up to season 7, and they are only airing mid season 8. WHATEVER.
That's about when I came to the conclusion that they were all four of them going at it like bunnies when no one else was looking.
Spikes 42 - WE are the answer. Fuck the mice.
I'm changing my vote, THIS is the one I want.
Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
No, wait. This might be .... Oh, gosh, my brain is too melty to decide. I want both.
Birthday happies to Scrappy!
Tactful administrative bitchslap fu wishes to Sparky.
Sox, those are great pictures! Your kid and Jars' kitty are so cute!
Apropos of nothing (beyond the fact that I'm currently closer to the earth, despite being on the 18th floor), this lolcat is making me giggle like a crazy woman.
I think it's the lower case k that does it. That and the look on his wee face. (For, lo, it turns out that now I am in my mid 30s, I become an unpredictable Psycho Bitch when I'm menstruating. I know this because it has been pointed out to me, and upon reflection* this DOES indeed seem more plausible than my previous assumption, which was "other people become stupid and unreasonable!")
*which in this case may be taken as a euphemism for 12 hours of weeping in a crazy, out-of-control, ooh-dear-that'll-be-the-hormones-then,-perhaps- she-might-have-a-point kind of way. Several hours of which happened whilst at work.
So, like every morning, I made a pot of coffee when I got in. I gave it a few, dealt with some stuff, went in to get a cup. No coffee pot. It got taken downstairs for whatever freaking meeting is going on down there.
AND!!!
We're out of coffee.
Sounds like an emergency, Aims. There is a Starbucks on Washtenaw Avenue. Not sure where your new office is.
Not close enough to Washtenaw, sadly.
I'm having a Diet Coke.
Part of me is torn between feeling indignation at the shameless coffee theft, thereby leaving you bereft of brew, yet...
at the same time, I can't help but this this is Karma coming back to bite you on the ass for the shameless earworming this morning.
I had to resort to ABBA to wipe it out of my brain.
I'm having a Diet Coke.
Me, too!
Owen's painting pictures of Spider-Man and Liv is playing with their flannel board.
I need to get off my ass and get dressed. I have to go fill out paperwork for my life insurance and pay the premium.
Happy Birthday Scrappy!
Purse woes #3 - with the 3rd transfer of purse - I managed to leave my wallet and office keys in the other one.
Argh.
