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I need to get off my ass and wash a couple pots before going to bed.
I need also to do something fun tomorrow. Currently on list: 1) sweep/vac/wash the floors 2) go to WalMart 3) cook dinner 4) buy some bath stuff at the fancy looking place on Magazine 5) talk to the cats. A lot.
Maybe if it isn't too hot and I get my chores done in the morning, I can go to Commander's Palace for lunch.
I can go to Commander's Palace for lunch.
You should! They have a cheap martini lunch special.
Plus the cemetery is right there.
Get the white chocolate bread pudding souffle.
Also, please tell me there's not a Wal-Mart Uptown.
They have a cheap martini lunch special.
yeah, that's why I've been waiting for a day it's not too hot to walk over (don't wanna show up a sweaty mess to CP, but also do not want to drive after a couple martinis.)
Also, please tell me there's not a Wal-Mart Uptown.
HA! No- it's at Tchoupitoulas near Felicity- it's near my side of the Irish Channel.
(ETA: I'm on the East side of Washington, St. Thomas and 2nd)
Nora, I just want to grab you and yell OH MY GOD YOU LIVE IN NEW ORLEANS!!!!!
Do you have mornings where you wake up and think that?
It's still fairly unbelievable to me, so my morning realizations are tinged with OMGWTFBBQ!?!? as well as OMG SO AWESOME!!!
Nora, I just want to grab you and yell OH MY GOD YOU LIVE IN NEW ORLEANS!!!!!
Me too.
Dude, you are Living the Dream. Like a crazy teenage boy from Ontario being the roadie for Rush. Or something equivalent.
Askye, I hope the meds work. I'm sorry that the doctor didn't have any definite answers for you.
I can't sleep, the pain monsters will get me.
My younger cat (the one on prozac for his anxiety) got out in the backyard today whilst i was doing tasks and proceeded to corner one of the neighbor's annoying cats and scream at it. Like, totally intimidating and all puffed up, while the intruder cat cowered in a corner looking terrified. I'm so proud of my bully kitten, attempting to defend his turf. Poor guy, might have lost a little street cred when i picked him up and tossed him back into the house so i could leave for work. But then i threw things (small scraps of wood, errant screws) at the intruder cat until it jumped back over the fence to its own yard. It's a losing battle, i know, trying to keep a dozen partially feral cats out of my yard, but i feel the need to try. *waves fist* get offa my lawn, you crazy cats!