I would marry a guy who did that. Probably. Maybe.

Yeah, pretty much. Except there's no excuse for naming him something as unimaginative as Kitten! We still give him a hard time over that, especially given the names he used to come up with when naming our other cats.

Kitten was "payment" for catsitting for one of his professors or something. Cat used to sleep in my crib with me. He was a very nice cat, until he got so happy from attention that his eyes crossed. Then he'd latch onto your nose. Parents thought it hilarious that I learned that VERY early. Like at a year (I'd grab my own nose.)

OK, you know how we were talking about flesh toned underthings? The female half of the neighbors whose kitchen I can see into? Is in there wearing brown leggings same tone as her skin (at least through the screen and corner of my eye.) WHOA. Double take. But no, just leggings.

Very relieved at least that neighbor doesn't cook half naked... uh, supposedly a couple a few houses down across the alley have a tendency to hang out near their windows in the buff. And it is not a treat. And make eye contact. But I can't really see into the guys' place from here, plus they are supposedly selling, to everyone's great relief. Apparently they are assholes in addition to kinda offputting.

If I'm wearing something that would otherwise cause a VPL, I just skip the underwear.

I don't do thongs.

WHOA. Double take. But no, just leggings.

Oh man, memories.

We used to live in a two-family, one up, one down. We were upstairs, and two years in a young guy bought the house. He moved in downstairs with his girlfriend.

The parking was all in back, and you could see into the downstairs windows back there because they never hung blinds or curtains, and he and his girlfriend used to be completely naked ALL THE TIME. Very weird. And he was our landlord! Made knocking to give him the rent check very awkward.

I'm so indecisive about what to make for dinner.

Gin & tonic?

I tried to have a salad. Was still totally hungry so I boiled some tiny potatoes and dabbed a little sour cream on them. My diet program is gonna send me a Howler.

I still want chocolate and I am not PMSing or anything.

Ok, now the new listing is billing it as "San Francisco style" [link] I'm not sure what that means. These were marketed as Tudor and Norman "garden style" townhouses back in the 30s.

I am often naked at home, because I live alone, and I hate changing clothes after work. I am on the second floor, and am higher than all the houses around, so unless I am near the side of the house with the parkin lot, I think I am OK unless people are specifically lookin gin the windows.

Netflix just suggested 2 documentaries for me-- one about dogs and their people who got separated during Katrina and one about people who die with no next of kin (which is pretty sure to happen to me). I'm thinking not good fare for before bedtime!