Happy, happy birthday to Debbie, my sister, who turns 38 today!
Happy birthday, Deb! I hope it’s a fabulous one!
Yesterday, after Felina was done surfing the internet and reading blogs (we’re getting her addicted to the internet young), she said “That Pioneer Punk is cool. I wanna be cool like him!” Next thing we knew….
That Pioneer Punk is a bad, bad influence.
(Relax, it’s not a real cigarette.)
Yesterday morning, we were getting ready to leave the house, when Nance said “Guess who’s downstairs?!” I grabbed my camera, but as soon as she saw me, she ran for the stairs. I very, very slowly followed her, and she sat on the stairs and looked at me. I moved slowly enough that she didn’t feel threatened, apparently, and when I held out my hand to her she sniffed it, looked up at me, and gave me a mini-Hellcat growl. I’m no dummy, so I backed the hell off.
Nance and I partied it up some more yesterday, heading back to Big Lots so I could buy the cat beds I was coveting ($7 each! That is SUCH a deal!) and the drugstore so I could pick something up for Fred, and then we had lunch in downtown Near-Nance-Ville. We drove around a little and Nance showed me the sights, then we stopped by the grocery store so she could pick some stuff up, and let me tell you, that is one nice freakin’ grocery store. The produce section was HUGE and then we walked around the corner and I spotted nirvana.
Any kind of candy you could ever want! I bought some sour balls, because you just can’t find them in Alabama and I like the green ones.
Then we went back to Nance’s house and I sat on my dead ass while Nance and Shirley made dinner.
I highly recommend visiting Nance and Rick and Shirley and Trey and Alex – they totally let you sit around on your ass and not do anything, and they give you the interesting local gossip. Also, if you ever need an animal to snuggle with, you totally have your pick.
2007: I am such a prize, I really am.
2006: No entry.
2005: No entry.
2004: “Have you noticed that it smells like the bodies of fifteen [gentlemen of Chinese descent] laying in a pile in the ditch, rotting?”
2003: Always something, you know?
2002: “I’m starving to death. Meh. STARVING, I’m STARVING. Meh.”
2001: My baby’s growing up!
2000: No entry.