thread over at TUS wherein you can vote for the perfection of your relationship from 0 to 100 by 10s, with 0 being “I don’t know why we’re together” and 100 being “We are perfect together.” I rated my relationship 90, because to rate it 100 would be asking Fate to slap me down (“Oh, that perfect is it? Let’s add a little stress to the equation and see how well you deal! Let’s give YOU a brain tumor, shall we?”) There’s another thread regarding what you fight about. I have to say, we don’t really fight. We argue from time to time, we disagree about a whole host of shit, but we don’t really fight, because we’re big babies and neither of us can stand to have the other mad at us for more than 5 minutes. Seriously, I can’t stand it. That whole “don’t go to bed mad” thing? I could never go to bed mad, or rather having Fred mad at me. I’d be way too stressed out. Yeah, I’m a freak.
SURVIVOR ENTRY; SKIP THIS IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN LAST NIGHT’S EPISODE YET! So all I can guess is that the warning for scenes that might be inappropriate for younger viewers was Rich rubbing his dick on Sue? I mean, I guess that’s what happened; we rewinded to watch it again, but still really couldn’t tell. If it were me, I think a firm grasp and really hard tug would have stopped that move right in it’s tracks. That, or just a hard elbow to the crotch – “Oops! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!” Plus, we probably would have been treated to a high-pitched scream. High-pitched screams are always damn funny. I like Rich, though, and didn’t want to see him go, despite his stupid-ass “Oh, I’m here with women. I’ll go nekkid and intimidate them!” shit. Rumor has it the Hatch weinis ain’t that intimidating… Not a fan of Colby this time around, but I’m liking Jerri. Poor Rupert can’t catch a break, can he? He builds a kick-ass raft, but it’s just too damn slow. I don’t think anyone on the dissolved tribe was sad to see it happen though, that’s for sure. Is it wrong that I’m looking forward to seeing Sue flip her lip next week? I CAN’T BELIEVE I HAVE TO WAIT A WHOLE WEEK. Wahhhh!]]>
Political Compass test and my result is thus: Right there around Mandela, the Dalai Lama, and Gandhi. Heh. Take the test and tell me your results in the comments!
* * * I spent a long time reading through Mac‘s archives last night. Why have none of you people directed me to this woman’s blog before now? Bad, bad readers.
* * * Pet store kitty pics are here.
An excellent way to show your support; I just sent some money that way. It would rock if every single couple waiting in line to get married in SF was given flowers, dontchathink? Also, Desi sent me a link to this picture, and I followed another link to this wonderful set of pictures.
I’m a poor kitty who has lost his way look on his face. He meowed sadly again, realized that he was looking at his Momma, who was holding the box of Kitten Chow, and ran over to me. “Get your ass in there!” I said, pushing him through the gate into our back yard with my foot. I had to push Spanky back into the back yard as well, and then I shut the gate. I was like the Pied Piper, shaking the box and followed by a trio of kitties as I walked back to the door and into the house. They all came through the door after me and looked expectantly up at me. I gave each of them a few pieces of Kitten Chow, and shut the door. Fred’s going to block off the gap under the front fence, but I swear to god, I’m about ready to go out and buy one of those free-standing dog fences and if the Bean wants to go out in the yard, I’ll put him in there and let him sniff around. Little bastard.
* * * I clearly need a life, desperately. Last night I had a night-long dream that I was on Survivor. It was a very involved dream, and at the end I discovered that I had won the million dollars, and I wanted to know how to get the million dollar check, so I asked the manager of the hotel where I was staying, and she got Jeff Probst’s phone number for me. Apparently my knowledge that they present the million dollar check the next morning on The Early Show didn’t make it into the dream with me. Survivor tonight! Whoo!
This is absolutely hilarious! (Link stolen from Busy Mom). I’m totally sending a “having a great time, call you when we get home!” postcard. Heh.