On second look, there's probably 1/2-1" outside right now. So that's a big "NO" on going anywhere not walking.
Kat, I would suggest you avoid thinking about baby Jillifonts. Eek.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
On second look, there's probably 1/2-1" outside right now. So that's a big "NO" on going anywhere not walking.
Kat, I would suggest you avoid thinking about baby Jillifonts. Eek.
Today in my jillifont friendly house I was startled to see one directly in front of my face, bouncing up and down most disconcertingly. Could not figure out what was going on until I realized..it had cast a thread down from one of the ceiling fan blades. I turned off the fan, and as it slowed down, the jillifont swung around and around like one of those fair swing rides. I tried to get video but of course you can't see it so I now have footage of my ceiling fan. It finally climbed up on the blade, webbed over to another and I lost track of it. I assume it left because nothing fell off when I turned the fan back on later.
I'm ok with jillifonts except poisonous ones. They have their place, just not where me and my cats go. I let a couple of wolfspiders have a bunch of fun on my porch this fall. Added to the halloween ambiance.
I'm ok with jillifonts except poisonous ones.
That's unfortunately most of them here. It's led to zero tolerance. I react ... poorly.
They are welcome outside. Unless actual Jilli is visiting, then I"d prefer they scamper to another abode for a while.
You know, I think we are less talky in general. Is this true, or is it because I am uber-talky because the SO is not home?
Well, we don't have ita around and she was very good at getting conversations going.
I miss ita.
I am become mucous, destroyer of sinuses. All shall hear my horking and despair.
I went to bed early last night because I'm trying this thing where I act slightly more like an adult about my sleeping habits. Now I'm awake before 8am on a Sunday, and I don't know what to do with myself.
I went to bed early because I was tired so now I am up only slightly after I usually get up during the week. Which is kind of what I'm trying to do with my Sundays, since it's so hard to get things like laundry done on any other day, and I am better at getting stuff done in the morning.
Good thing I did today, as Walter was able to take advantage of a brief lull in the rain and enjoy the backyard for a little while. Now it's pouring again and he is all afeared. Not even thunder, just the sound of rain hitting the roof. Poor dog.