Nunya has suddenly taken a shine to a pile of my flannel shirts, alternately licking them and vigorously scent-marking them with her face. So long as she doesn't chew holes in them.
Oh, and she's also finally discovered my birds-on-branches wall decal and is either trying to catch the birds, or just enjoys trying to peel it off the wall.
Philly Flower Show mystery (yes, I ended up buying the ticket): a scene from a movie that had a lot of people saying ""Lost: The Movie"?". There was sand, a submarine with computer screens, a hatch in the ground glowing red, lots of fuel barrels, some liquor bottles hidden in the bushes, lots of what seemed to salvaged metal from military vehicles, and a cooking fire made from a side-turned oil drum. The closest I could figure is the 1959 "On the Beach". But all the other movie scenes were Disney, unless that was a red herring in this instance.
Sounds like it is a snow burn (like a sun burn...but more from the reflected sun) Maybe?
So, today's adventures. Another marvelous friend of mine, H, had referred me to a real estate agent, B. I had actually tried to work with her a few months back when I was trying to feel out the market and see if I could get what I want for the price I was willing to pay. Anyway, she answered my questions and then just kinda let it drop. I didn't think too much of it at the time cause I wasn't ready to buy, but wasn't that her shot to create a relationship so I would go to her when I was ready? Anyway, I never got her phone number, just an e-mail. H has spoken so highly of B so I sent her a message saying I was ready. Her response was very canned and asked me to give details of what I was looking for and my availability and again, no phone number. I replied and heard NOTHING from her.
One of the families that K-Bug babysits for just bought their house recently and they had given K-Bug glowing reports about their agent, K. Got K's information today, sent her an e-mail and she called me immediately. She lives right in the area I'm looking at, so I know she knows the neighborhoods. We clicked and I'll see where things go with her.
In a fit of annoyance I sent a note to B saying "Nevermind. I've decided to go in a different direction". And immediately got an e-mail back "Ok, Let me know if I can be of help".
Responsiveness, people. Is it so hard? Houses are moving through the market so fast I need someone on the ball. I think I have found her, so it is all good. But dang, B. Really?
Welp, the hope was that I'd spend the workday cranking out my monthly reports that SHOULD go out with time to spare before I go on vacation so I can get responses before I leave, and then come home and get right to the cleaning and laundry I need to be doing all weekend. Other work tasks interfered with the first part of that plan and now I'm too tired to stick to the second. So it goes.
BK for dinner and a Zipz in the fridge seems pretty okay, though. I'll try not to sleep for 11 hours tonight, get some stuff done in the morning.
Bronzers, I am so sorry. This year continues to suck for losing people.
(Yay ND!)
Brenda, you are a good human, not that it's any surprise.
I, too, have been singing "You're So Beautiful." I didn't like it that much until the group performance at the club; that version I loved. Loving that show more and more, except for their depiction of bipolar disorder. I know, don't look to Empire for accuracy. It just bugs.
I think the only thing to be said about the show in general is "go up down, up down, up-down."
Maybe also "drip, drop".
I don't know what it might mean, but it needs to be said.
I am currently losing at dinner chicken. AS USUAL.
Who do I lobby to get an extra day added into the week?
ND, I feel you. At this point, I'd settle for a few hours.
