Watching a dvred episode of Alcatraz - 2 hours on March 5th. I think that covered the episode that was pre-empted for the Daytona 500. But I also think that my dvr didn't get this week's episode.

Check out the teeny tiny chameleon.

Well, it was the lemon balm that got me thinking herbs, nsm the horehound. That's pernicious stuff.

brought me a shoe

He's re-enacting Cinderella? Or more along the lines of "Master has given Dobby a sock?"

Still. Snowing.

OMG I want this too. Don't we have Buffistas who work for Microsoft? CAN WE GET THIS IN OUTLOOK? Call it the "don't show clients how the sausage is made" filter.

I don't think we have anyone over in Outlook. But yes, that's a brilliant idea AND NEEDS TO HAPPEN.

It's incredibly warm here. I was just outside in my bare feet. Sadly, my feet are not really ready to be exposed. Must redo polish quick.

I was just thinking it's about time for the first pedicure of the season! Sadly, that goes hand-in-hand with leg-shaving season, which I am much less fond of.

I've discovered that Bubba the New Cat likes to play fetch and will sometimes bring me things so I can throw them.

Apologies in advance, but I've just realized that Bubba the Cat takes me to a Sookie Stackhouse book place, which is not necessarily great...

It's my shoe, but it's a mystery why he brought it from the bedroom and dropped it at my feet. I'm wearing shoes already. Surely he doesn't want me to change into Crocs.

No one is answering the phone. Two of them are in Minneapolis, so it's not even lunch. ::sigh::

I don't know enough about the gaming thread to interrupt, but I found this quite interesting. It's a kickstarter that wraps up in about 4 hours, where you can pay to get complete transparency on a video game creation--guggle to zatch, apparently. Sounds completely fascinating to me, and I'm not even a gamer. They haven't even decided what kind of game it's going to be--that's how much of it you get to see.

Hey! Minneapolis called back! Okay, the panic I was having that I'd completely misunderstood the tasks for this weekend has been allayed. The other just hasn't put in all the tickets yet. I thought they were all in, and I just had fundamentally Not Gotten It. Whoops. And then unwhoopsed.

I got a pedicure last Saturday, and I'm wearing sandals to work today. It would be nice if my new spring skirt didn't make my hips look even more ginormous than they are, but screw it--it's a nice cotton fabric with pretty flowers. My ginormous hips mean everyone gets to see even more pretty flowers than they otherwise might.

My MiL used to have these in her yard. They'd appear after dark, when the grass was wet with dew. Bright red, and smaller than some ants, they were adorable. Like make-believe lizards.

And then there was the pet toad that lived in my deck garden--less than a half-inch long and broad, grey and white and black, chowing through tiny insects. He lasted the whole summer--I don't know what happened to him (or her, how does one tell, with toads?) in the fall.

My ginormous hips mean everyone gets to see even more pretty flowers than they otherwise might.

Very nice!