4-16-08

Someone suggested in my comments yesterday that perhaps I accidentally tossed the bottle of Feliway in the trash. I’m starting to think that that must be what happened, and I shall just sit patiently and wait for my new bottle, ordered off eBay, to get here. And then I will duct-tape the stupid thing to … Continue reading “4-16-08”

Someone suggested in my comments yesterday that perhaps I accidentally tossed the bottle of Feliway in the trash. I’m starting to think that that must be what happened, and I shall just sit patiently and wait for my new bottle, ordered off eBay, to get here.

And then I will duct-tape the stupid thing to me so that I don’t lose it!

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Also, I should point out that the fruit trees we covered Monday night so they wouldn’t freeze are still fairly small. They’re not fully grown by any means – the tallest are about eight feet tall, I’d guess – and I’m thinking that when they do get to the point where they’re big, tall trees they’re going to be on their own when the threat of a frost comes around.

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After a very fucking cold Monday, yesterday turned out to be GORGEOUS. It was so bright and sunny out with just a teeny breeze that I decided to do some laundry and hang it out to dry.

PERFECT clothes-drying weather.

I would absolutely take a bright and sunny cold day over a gray and overcast warm day ANY day of the week.

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Hmm. I have NOTHING for you today. And I’m about to leave and have my hair done and then I’m going to run over to the fabric store where I shall take my time looking around, and buy everything on my list, and then I shall come back home, eat lunch, and lay like a slug on the couch while watching last night’s episodes of Real Housewives of NYC and Workout.

BECAUSE I CAN.

What are YOU doing today? Other than working, that is, you industrious types.

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Sugarbutt & Tommy: Brudderly love.

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Previously
2007: It’s a rough fucking life.
2006: No entry.
2005: The freakin’ notify list.
2004: You could take notes, motherfucker.
2003: Okay, okay! Just please stop asking!
2002: I guess I was a doofus even way back then.
2001: DO NOT, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, EMAIL AND ASK IF I HAVE ANYTHING ON THIS LIST, STILL. I DO NOT
2000: I had to refrain from picking her up and squeezing her to bits.