Fancy Hollywood Scrappy!

I'm not doing shit this afternoon. Got milk and did all the bday prep this morning, and that's it.

He was very charming and nice, I have to say, and I managed not to gush. It was at a 50th birthday for our friend Tim, who has worked with Root.

Scrappy, I am jealous. He is a goddamn NATIONAL TREASURE.

I pulled a tiny black insect off of Ply's face, about the size of the head of a pin, maybe smaller. Not a tick*, but definitely seemed to have been attached because it took me several tries to pull it loose (could have been gripping her fur, I suppose) eta it was definitely biting her, there's a little scab now under her eye.. Shiny, almost perfectly round, barely any legs or mandibles (but I might have crushed those off accidentally). Also, either it was dead, or playing possum for a really long time. Google is giving me nothing. I flushed it so I can't go back and check to see if I could see definition of wings that could indicate that it was a beetle.

I've found some pictures, mostly unidentified as to which tick, but some that say "black legged tick" that looks mighty similar, but further searching of that particular tick brings up the classic elongated teardrop/wedge shape with very long legs. Maybe it's a different life cycle stage...

He talked about missing stage work a lot. One nice thing--a friend of ours is in Lucky Guy on Broadway and Jason is going to NYC to see it next week. Root had been to see it during previews. He gushed about Maura Tierney--not just her acting, but about what a wonderful person she is.

Guess who spent 20 delightful minutes chatting with Stephen Root at a party last night? ME THAT'S WHO.

Lucky! That guy's a genius.

Jimmy James! How cool.

Today I've done some gardening and started laundry. Sunday dinner (baked herbed chicken, steamed asparagus, roasted garlic baby potatoes) is cooking. I need to run the vacuum and turn the leftover chicken into soup for this week's lunches. Otherwise the day's pretty open. I foresee a fair bit of sitting on the porch with a book and a drink in my future. .

That is awesome, Scrappy.

Lee is really organized. I can kind of imagine that might be how it would go down.

Hee.

By the way, my current working theory is that Fella is going to become Bagel, pronounced the Britta way.

I put down the landscaping rocks and rumble stones, and they look decent enough that I think I may end up at home depot before work again (did you know they open at 6:00 a.m.) to buy more.

What's a rumble stone?

In this case, it's a cement looking slab I am using for stepping stones.