Watching the White House Correspondents' Dinner. Not sure why.
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Folly update: her meds seem to have helped her racing heart, so that's good. Still no appetite, although she's still drinking so she hasn't given up entirely. And she ate a wee bit, but not enough to suit me. I am hoping that at this point she's going to last through the weekend so my poor boy can enjoy his birthday.
Damn, they closed 83S at the beltway. And hysterically, I'm watching one channel where a gaggle of media, one protester and a couple white chicks in night out clothes taking selfies and being herded by a phalanx of police in riot gear, police horses and cop cars. But there are some opportunists smashing shit.
I want to move out of here next year. My landlord is hinting he'd love for me to stay till he retires in about five years and can move back into the house. It's nice to be wanted, home security is important to me, but I want a place of my own. Still, it would length the timeframe of my megaclean, and as things go away the place will be more mine.
I don't want to have anyone else's living situation dependent on my choices anymore!
Though housemate did say he could maybe take over the place with a roommate. Life transitions suck.
Watching the White House Correspondents' Dinner. Not sure why.
Because LUTHER. Holy shit, that was the best.
We're in Vermont for my brother's graduation tomorrow. Highlights include finding a porn magazine in the dresser in our hotel room (seriously), my mom showing us that she travels with an enema "just in case" (no, SERIOUSLY),* and a bacon cocktail.
This is a weird weekend.
*(She said, "I better not see this on Facebook!" So, you know, I'm posting it here. You're welcome.)
That's hilarious, Steph. I seriously can't think of anything short of an colonoscopy that would induce me to have an enema.
Because LUTHER. Holy shit, that was the best.
Damn, yes, I couldn't believe it!
My relatives talk about their bowels on, like the slightest provocation. It's like their fandom. Which I think is awful.
As long as it is not an enema and bacon cocktail!
I knew I'd reached middle age when I realized I and my friends discussed our health issues with interest.