reading: Broken Prey, by John Sandford.
Finished the other night: The Other Woman, by Jane Green. Not a bad book, though it seemed kind of rushed at times, like she wanted to get to the end of the book, and for a 400 page book, that’s a lot of rushing. I was also pretty annoyed with the main character sometimes, ’cause she was so eager to take offense at every little thing her mother-in-law said that I felt sorry for the mother-in-law. And I needed to take a moment and give thanks that I have unintrusive, nice, very sweet mothers-in-law. I hit the jackpot in the mother-in-law lottery; not only are my current mothers-in-law nice, but my ex’s mother was a sweetheart as well. Maybe that’s why I always love to read evil mother-in-law stories, because I don’t have any of my own.
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I spent a couple of hours running errands and shopping yesterday, and I’m inching ever closer to being done with my Christmas shopping. I was in Target for a good hour, just wandering around looking at stuff. From there, I went to the pet store and bought Christmas presents for the pets I am related to. Since we found 63,000 toys under the furniture in the library/ dining room when Fred was painting in there, I had to promise not to get them any more toys, so I didn’t. I did, however, get them a Drinkwell water fountain, and I’m going to put a bow on that and put it under the tree (Fred said “You’re not going to wrap it? But they’ll know what it is!” Hee!) and I’ll set it up for them on Christmas day.
I also think I got dissed as a crazy cat lady by the cashier. She was ringing up the myriad cat toys (and dog bones) I was buying, and said “I bet you don’t have kids!” Meaning, I guess, that I can’t have a lot of pets AND a family, I’ve gotta have one or the other.
Ha on her! I DO have a kid! AND a husband! AND 6,000 cats! Look at me, I’ve got it ALLLLLLLLL!
Then I had to go to Sam’s since Fred requested I go and see what the price would be for a bag of almonds (answer: a little less than $14 for a 3-pound bag), and while I was there I picked up water and toothbrushes and a few other things we’re close to running out of. And did you feel the earth crack open? I actually spent LESS THAN $100, and I don’t believe that’s ever happened in the history of me.
Then I went home, forgetting that I’d intended to stop at Kohl’s to get pillows for the couches (our old ones didn’t really go with the new couches), only I was lucky because Fred needed to visit Kohl’s for personal items (UNDERWEAR) and he picked up the pillows since he’s so good at choosing colors.
And then I sat on my ass in front of the computer until 7:00, only stopping long enough to roast a bunch of asparagus to eat with my dinner of sushi rolls, and it was a DAMN FINE dinner. I really love that asparagus, except for the stinky-pee factor. Would you believe that my sister used to buy canned asparagus and eat it and she LOVED IT, and I was so grossed out – because, let’s face it, it’s kind of a gross-looking vegetable, especially the canned stuff – that I wouldn’t even dream of touching it, and I’d get all obnoxious and gaggy when she’d sit and eat asparagus. It wasn’t until Fred and I were starting to eat right that I gave them a try and decided I like them a lot.
Except, like I said, for the the stinky pee factor.
(FYI, why your pee smells when you eat asparagus: Asparagus contains a sulfur compound called mercaptan (also found in onions, garlic, rotten eggs, and the secretion of skunks). The breaking-down of this substance in your digestive system causes the smell. Not everyone has the gene for the enzyme that breaks down mercaptan, so some people – lucky bastards – don’t get the stinky pee.)
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The Happiest! Kitty! In the world!
Tom Cullen was so disgusted that those idiots on Survivor are letting Princess Stephenie run the show that he made himself a nest under the couch pillows and refuses to come out. He said, “That fucking bitch gets everything she fucking wants and all those idiots just kowtow to her and I AM SICK OF IT.”, then groomed himself for a while to calm down. Grooming = kitty xanax.
“Talk to the paw, Survivor idiots.” (Note that Miz Poo matches the couch quite nicely)
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Previously
2004: The internet just ROCKS, doesn’t it?
2003: Her date (”But not a DATE date!”) was more dressed-up than she.
2002: I did mention that I have airhead tendencies, did I not?
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.
1999: On the drive home, she uttered such supportive statements such “Well, everyone saw this coming” and “I don’t know why you’re surprised.” ]]>