Geez. I start to take a bath and suddenly firemen are banging on my door. That was alarming.

I just got the most ridiculous mani/pedi possibly of my life. I look like an easter basket! Grass green on my toes, cotton candy pink on my fingers. Ah well.

Cat and owl are friends

Fum the cat and Gebra the barn owl have a remarkable relationship. They actively play together. Gebra is quite tolerant of Fum’s constant attempts to capture her in midair.

Firemen?

My father informed me last night that instead of arriving on Monday for his Dr's appointment, they are coming tomorrow. The plan for today was to clean all the things, but this has somehow devolved into listening to music on my iPod and googling artists that I haven't thought of in years. I have managed to clean the dining room and the foyer, the two easiest rooms in the house to clean.

My Twitter feed is making me almost wish I could watch Eurovision.

aurelia, I'm hoping you aren't on fire?

Sue, dining room and foyer do sound like key places, though...

Firemen?

Yep.

I heard the sirens stop a little too close for comfort and then I heard many voices from the hallway so I got out of the bath to check it out. With just a bathtowel I was going to check the peephole but I smelled smoke before I got there and went back for my robe. Before I had the robe all the way on they were banging on my door. They don't knock subtly.

The hallway certainly smelled like smoke and they were banging on doors looking for the source. No flames were found and while they searched the smell faded a bit and seemed more like incense. So thankfully, no dripping wet and barely dressed evacuation for me.

And now that the firetrucks are gone I think I should finish bathing.

Quester, I made friends on Livejournal and dreamwidth with people that do it...if you like Keith Olbermann fics, my friends Lunaris and Sarken do it a lot. I'm also a member of a community on lj called Rahmbamarama...if you want to read about anyone in the leftish political world getting off with anyone else in the LPW, there it is. Also, archive of our own... I'm embarrassed to admit that Keith/ Rachel is a favorite. It's kind of...wrong. But, you know, tender angst. And quipping.

Sue, dining room and foyer do sound like key places, though...

My house is back to front (thank you, postwar urban planning), so the foyer isn't used much by anyone but me. And other than the odd dinner party, the dining room is really only used by Clio and my parent's when they visit. The kitchen is the room that needs a good going over.

Nice beehive, -t. Keeping bees seems so cool. I wonder how they would feel about constant traffic.