Those are pretty.

I would LOVE a sugar skull ring.

Oh, flea, that's terrible! That seems unusual for your town, is it?

I really want some pie.

::waves pie at the modem hopefully::

I want a gold star.

Gold Star for sj!

Did you earn it?

I realized that my non-productivity is partially because my sinuses are not in peak performance shape, so I ordered some super local seasonally collected honey to take for allergy prevention. That's kinda like proactive getting ready to be productive later.

I am now going to have a turkey sandwich on whole wheat bread. My body is excited about this plain, simple fare as apparently I indulged every rich deliciousness over the holidays.

::looks at belly::

Yes, I did.

Yeah, we are not a very violent city, and don't have much of a gang or drug problem. Both of the murder victims were single parents, but employed, hardworking people in stable situations.

I ate like a fucking pig over the holidays. But my appetite doesn't seem to have lasted. Not having buffets of Jamaican food in front of me three times a day cuts down on the food lust.

I quoted Dune over the holiday (EASY Dune (mindkiller)), and everyone in the car gaped blankly. I said "Oh, god, I'm the only one here that's read Dune, aren't I?" and two people said "What's Dune?" (and went on to say "Sting acts?") and the other two started mangling the lyrics to Hey Jude.

My sister might eyeroll and sideeye whenever I mention Supernatural or too much Buffy, but at least she knows of the first book and movie. Still, it was a pretty dry vacation. I was going to say that she don't quote shit, but my mother did complain often about our "code." Maybe it's a twin thing. Or me forcing her into my stuff thing.

Both of the murder victims were single parents, but employed, hardworking people in stable situations.

So sad. Be careful out there my humans!

(and went on to say "Sting acts?")

Brimstone and Treacle!

Also, Quadrophenia.

Even Cockers were originally bred to hunt (and some still do.)

My father gets upset when he sees today's cockers, since as a boy they had them for hunting and, apparently, one of them was the "best damn hunting dog ever." When you ask the name of that dog, however, you only hear the names of the dogs around him, because that one never actually had a name.

Our dog is chipped, and I don't know if my DH will notice since the cost is so small compared to the rest of the bill (her blood test for determining the level of her seizure medication is over $150, and then there is the fee for walking through the door, the fee for the Lyme disease test because we found a tick on her ... as I was saying, she is a luxury item. An adorable luxury item.)

It kills me that I was across the street from the Adorable Luxury Item and did not meet her! But I did get to hold K, so I shouldn't be too upset!