Yes – I did quote Dr. Phil to Nance yesterday, but ONLY because we were talking about Heather Mills McCartney and how it worked out that she ended up with something like $30,000 a day for their 4-year marriage. I said “Well, you know what they say – if you marry for money, you earn every dollar!” and Nance looked at me like I was all smart and shit, so I had to admit that I’d heard it on Dr. Phil.
(flickr) Rick bought us a cool hand-carved pig in Germany. Yay, Rick!
Nance and I partied it up yesterday, taking a trip to the drugstore and then to Big Lots. The Big Lots here is a lot bigger than the one at home, so I wandered around with my mouth hanging open.
Nance made me a fancy lunch, but I’m sad to report that neither of us thought of taking a picture of it, so you’ll have to take my word for it.
Maddy continues to avoid me – this morning she sat in the kitchen and glared at me, but of COURSE I didn’t have my camera with me, so no pictures of her. Nance said that last night, the instant I went to bed, Maddy showed up and hung out. Brat.
Regan came over and hung out for a while last night and snuggled the baby and we all sat around and shot the shit. I think sitting around shooting the shit is about my favorite thing to do – I don’t get nearly enough of it at home.
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Sadie continues to be completely charming. I don’t know that I’ve turned into a dog person, but I’ve definitely turned into a Sadie person. A Felina person, too. When Felina gets feisty and starts harassing Sadie, they crack me up. Sadie’s like the older, tolerant sister who puts up with the brat. She’s so sweet.
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Alex made me laugh out loud last night when Nance was talking about needing her sunglasses fixed and he called her “Corey Hart.” HEE. I kid you not, Alex and Trey are pretty freakin’ adorable and funny, don’t let Nance tell you any different. Shirley cracks me UP, too. I’ve been a laughing fool since I got here.
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Julie is such a total Daddy’s girl, it’s funny to watch her sit and give Rick the Eyes o’ Love. She reminds me of Miz Poo, only Julie’s less bitchy. A LOT less bitchy.
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Felina is slowly killing me with The Cute. The thing about Felina is that she’s smaller than she looks in her pictures. I’ll have to take a picture of her with a can of soda or a quarter or something to give you a better idea of her size. She sleeps a lot ’cause she’s still a baby, and then she prances around the house and when she decides she needs a lap to sit on, she politely touches you on the leg and waits for you to pick her up. Cutest dog on Earth, I kid you not.
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I’m making Nance take me back to Big Lots today because I was going to buy something (cat beds for $7, if you must know) and then put it back and now I wish I’d bought the damn things. Better than buying them and wishing I hadn’t, right?
Last night after dinner (really good lasagna and the best salad on earth), Rick was playing Wii Golfing and Nance and I were talking about how I get the occasional email from people who say “I read your journal, but I don’t like cats at all”, and I said “Why on earth would anyone who doesn’t like cats read me?”
Rick, in mid-swing, said “Because you’re a fascinating writer with an effervescent style.”
HEE.
Previously
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: No doubt she wishes I’d leave her the hell alone and just let her SLEEP, GODDAMNIT.
2004: I’m known for my dumbassery, though.
2003: Get your cart OVER TO THE SIDE SO I CAN GET PAST YOUR STUPID ASS.
2002: Good riddance to boring characters, I say.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.