We watched Toy Story 2 last night, and it was so freakin’ cute I went into sugar shock and had to be rushed to the hospital. Especially the part where the slinky dog and Woody’s horse (forgive me, I don’t remember his name) were growling at each other. It took me half the movie to figure out that Jessie was voiced by Joan Cusack. I love Joan Cusack, and not because she has such a damn cute brother. Yesterday, Miz Poo sat in the basket full o’ clean clothes I left sitting in the middle of the computer room, and stared across the room at Fred’s screensaver for a good half hour. I tried recording her for a little movie, since I haven’t done that in a while, but all she did was sit there and blink, and refused to look at me, so I took a picture instead.

miz poo I did make a small movie of Spot, since he was right there sniffing the shredder, I know not why. You can see the Spot movie here. The spud turns 12 next week, can you believe it? And, because I was apparently insane when the subject was broached, I’m letting her have a sleepover party the first Friday of November to celebrate, and 5 loud, shrieky 11 and 12 year-olds will be spending the night. Fred’s going to spending the night at his mother’s, so that he won’t be stomping around, pissed off and stressing me out at 3 am when they’re still running around screaming at the top of their loud little lungs. I have come to terms with the fact that there will probably be no sleep that night at all. It gives me a whole new respect for my parents, who regularly let me have sleepover parties. It was always our goal, at these parties, to stay up later than we had at the previous sleepovers. At the last one, which took place when I was 14 or 15, we stayed up until 6 am. Ah, those were the days… And as I recall, we went roller skating the evening before, and I hooted like a goon at my brother and his cute friend every time they skated by us. Lord, I was such a dork. "Was"?