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So, the house appraiser (as someone predicted in my comments yesterday)was here about fifteen minutes, if that. She walked around the house, measured things, came in and asked a few questions, wandered around the house a little, and then was on her way.
I should totally become a house appraiser, because I wouldn’t be stuck in an office all the time, and I’d get to tromp around peoples’ houses and see their stuff and how they have their house decorated. That sounds like an awesome job.
How does one become a house appraiser?
When the doorbell rang, all the cats except Miz Poo scattered. She huddled on her cat bed on my desk, her eyes all big and dark, and looked scared to death, as if the house appraiser was going to fly at her and begin beating her about the head.
The other cats spent the rest of the day hiding under beds until they could be sure there was no longer a stranger in the house.
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Speaking of cats, we watched
Shrek 2 last weekend, and when Puss in Boots was barfing up that hairball, Fred laughed so hard I thought he was going to pass out. Also, when Puss in Boots had his leg hoisted over his head, and was grooming himself, we laughed pretty hard.
We weren’t much looking forward to watching the movie, but we certainly enjoyed it anyway.
Last night we watched
The Forgotten. Not a bad movie, especially since we got to see Lee Tergesen (AKA Beecher from
Oz), whom we love to death, and always excitedly exclaim “It’s Beecher!” Also, Linus Roache was heating up the joint; I’ve loved him ever since I saw him in
Priest almost ten years ago.
I would really have liked to see a different explanation for what was going on, though. The explanation we got was a bit cheesey.
(Those of you who’ve seen it will know what I mean!)
I have 100 movies in my Netflix queue. That just amazes me – oh wait, I just added
Priest, so that makes 101. We currently have
Collateral on the way to us, need to send
The Forgotten back, and I have
7 Up still to watch.
So many movies, so little time!
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I picked up my mouthpiece from the dentist’s office the other day. It looked different than I expected – the old one looked like this:
It was made of plastic, and as you can see, it went all the way around my teeth. The new one looks like this:
It doesn’t cover my front teeth, and it’s made of a much harder acrylic. When I have it in, you can’t even tell I’m wearing it, except that I lisp a little more than usual (did you know that I’m a lisper?). It goes across the roof of my mouth, and I thought I was going to have a problem with that, but I’ve worn it for three nights now, and have been just fine; in fact, once I get it in I hardly notice it’s there.
Until the morning.
When I wake up in the morning, I usually lay in bed for a few minutes before I get up. I’m fine just laying in bed, but if I sit up and still have the mouthpiece in place and don’t get it out of my mouth fast enough, I gag and almost throw up.
Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with that. I guess I need to start taking the mouthpiece out of my mouth BEFORE I get up, huh?
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I had a dream the other night that
Victoria from
The Amazing Race and I were driving along in my Jeep, and the engine went kerflooey, and we ended up in the river. We both escaped just fine, and then she disappeared – probably to be berated by her asshole of a husband – and some homeless guy showed up and offered me a blanket.
AND THEN GAVE ME THE QUILT I KEEP ON THE CHAIR IN MY BEDROOM. Thief.
I’d say that the dream was my subconscious telling me that the Jeep is on its last legs (wheels?), but my conscious is pretty well aware of that. Maybe my subconscious was trying to tell me I should donate my beloved quilt, which I’ve had since I was 7 or 8, to charity, and it’ll come back to me tenfold?
Fat chance.
Speaking of cars, I’m really liking the
Suzuki Reno lately. I saw one in the mall yesterday and it’s reminiscent (at least, to me) of the
Toyota Echo. It doesn’t come in yellow, but it does come in a kicky burnt orange color. Hmmmm.
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Pardon the blurriness, but this picture cracked me up so much I just had to post it!
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