So, the guys came and built the shed in our back yard today:

Everything in the garage that isn’t weightlifting or cardio related is going into the shed. And I get this feeling there’ll be an assload of room left over in there. I suggested that we run a power line out there for the spud when she hits her obnoxious teen stage. The cats freaked out all morning long, especially a certain Portly Poo:

"what the?"

who sat on the table all morning long and stared at the guys out there working.

She came looking for love at one point, and I tried to get a picture of the two of us, using the self-timer, but she was too agitated to sit still:

For the record, I don’t know why my tongue was sticking out like that.

Notice how my statement yesterday about how I wasn’t going to use the new camera again until I got the rechargeable battery for it kind of fell by the wayside?

I love me some messing around with the camera.

Did y’all know there’s going to be one last-ditch attempt to grab some Survivor ratings with tonight’s showing of Survivor: Home from Africa? And then we have to wait until the end of February to see the next one. That’s okay, though, because Temptation Island is back on the air after something like a one-month break, and you know how I love the cheesy reality shows. I’m an addict!

Speaking of cheesy, can you believe I actually rented Glitter this week? My intent is to watch and mock it mercilessly, but I wonder if I’ll get much more than ten minutes into it.

Okay, that’s it for today. See y’all tomorrow!


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