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I bought some extra mushrooms at the grocery store earlier this week – they were on sale – and I’ve got two trays of mushrooms dehydrating, and HOLY GOD do they stink.
Not a pleasant stink, either. Like mud with a soupcon of cat poop stirred in for good measure.
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So I never did mention it yesterday, what with the motherfucking internet being all intermittent and shit, but Fred did go ahead and buy the Hyundai Accent. It’s an adorable car and I like it a lot; it’s just very odd to see Fred driving a small car.
When we went to the dealership to sign the paperwork and turn over the keys to Fred’s old car, I drove a sky blue Accent. I liked it a lot and Fred was okay with the idea of trading my car in for that one, but in the end I decided to be an adult and ignore the “Want! Want! Want!” screams of my id and decided to keep the car I have.
Being an adult SUCKS sometimes, for the record.
It just would be idiotic at this point, when we’re trying to replenish our savings – unnervingly depleted by the months of paying two mortgages, redo this house, and insure a teenage driver – to add a car payment to the monthly bills. The Reno’s paid off, and though I’m sure they’d give me a good price for the trade-in, it wouldn’t cover the entire price of the new car. Besides, it’s not like I commute hours every day or anything, I don’t spend all that much time in the car, so it’s not necessary to love it. I can deal with it for a few more years.
Who knows what adorable little cars they’ll come out with in the next few years after all, right?
It’s funny to see my car and Fred’s sitting in the driveway, side by side. His is narrower and taller, mine’s shorter and wider.
“My car has child-bearing hips,” I told him. He thinks that’s one of the funnier things I’ve said lately.
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The other thing I said lately that still cracks him up (though I can’t take credit for it – I read it somewhere (I don’t remember where) and just repeated it to him) regards the new Holly Hunter series,
Saving Grace.
“Someone said it looks like Touched By a Cranky Angel,” I reported. Now every time we watch TNT and fast-forward through the commercials for Saving Grace, he laughs and repeats it.
I love Holly Hunter – I’m looking forward to checking out the series. I’m also looking forward to
Damages over on FX.
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How did I not realize that the new Harry Potter was coming out this weekend? Books and DVDs almost always come out on Tuesdays, so that’s when I expected it to come out.
I know there are spoilers on the internet about the book, so I’ve been careful in my surfing. I’ve actually seriously considered going off the grid until after I’ve read the book (it’ll be here Saturday, promises Amazon, and I intend to immediately sit down and read it so I don’t have to worry about getting spoilered), but that might be a bit over the top.
Don’t any of you motherfuckers try to spoil it for me, or I’ll kick your asses.
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WARNING: UGLY BUG PICTURES IN THIS SECTION; SKIP IT IF YOU’RE A SCAREDY CAT.
Several of you have directed me to
What’s That Bug, since I’ve been putting up so many bug pictures lately and demanding y’all tell me what the bug is. I tell you what, that’s a fascinating site, but if I spend too much time on it, my skin actually crawls right off my body and goes to find a more hospitable host who doesn’t spend time looking at creepy bug pictures.
Last week I was going out to my car to run an errand, and I looked over at the fence as I walked by. There was a HUGE bug toward the bottom, attempting to climb the fence. It was there – though higher on the fence – when I got back, and it spent the entire afternoon climbing the fence.
When Fred got home, I took him out to the fence and asked him what the hell what that bug was. He looked at it and said he thought it might be a stinkbug.
And while we were standing there, the goddamn thing reached the top of the fence and FLEW RIGHT AT MY FACE. I ducked, covered, screamed in a hooting manner, and ran inside where Fred spent the next few minutes mocking me.
Anyway, I got some pictures of it (before it flew at me with the intention of chewing my face off), and I have to say – it does resemble a stinkbug, but if it is a stinkbug, it’s the biggest goddamn stinkbug I’ve ever seen. I thought it might be a
wheel bug, but it doesn’t have that distinctive “half wheel” thing on its back, so I don’t know and I’m not able to tell by the stinkbug pictures I see on What’s That Bug.
What do y’all think?
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A few days ago I was taking tomatoes out of a box, and I realized that one of the tomatoes had gotten overripe and in the process pooped its guts out all over the inside of the box. So I put the box on the side stoop with the intention of taking it over to the garage to store it until I got a chance to take boxes to the recycling center.
Only I forgot that, country cat or city cat, they definitely have one thing in common.
“I sure would like a nice air-conditioned home to live in, but that’s okay. I have a box. A box that’s almost big enough to lay comfortably in. I’m sure I’ll be fine out here with the bugs and the no food and everything.”
“No, really. You run along and have a good time, running your errands in your little air-conditioned car. I’ll just stay here in my box and keep an eye on things. If I can squish myself down small enough, I might take a nap. You have fun. I’ll make sure no one steals YOUR house.”
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Previously
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: No entry.
2003: If I were Jennifer Lopez, I would be VERY frightened at the thought of birthing an Affleck baby, if noggins like that run in the family.
2002: I mean, an online journal. Have you ever heard of such a silly thing?
2001: No entry.
2000: Okay, I just really don’t have anything to say today. ]]>