Okay, Bitchypoo now has a mirror site. Those of you who can’t access this site at work due to the domain name, give this one a try.
Alls I’m going to do is cut and paste the entries from here over there. If it’s the language on this site that’s got the Nazis at work blocking it, you’re going to be shit out of luck. But if it’s only the domain name, you should be good to go!
There’s a permanent link over there in the right-hand sidebar, under “journal.” Not that I expect you’ll remember that, and you’ll slowly drive me crazy by doing constant searches on “other site” and “stupid fatheaded kittens” and “robyn, WHERE THE FUCK is the site without the bad domain name?” and such.
But I loves ya anyways.
Fred and I were watching some of the footage of the flood in Nashville. It’s just unreal to see the Opry House under water like that, and the Opryland hotel. I read yesterday that there were piranhas swimming around in the water of the Opry Mills shopping center, and suggested to Fred that we take a drive up to Nashville to check it out. I can think of a few people who could use an accidental bump into the piranha-infested waters. (Turns out, the piranha escape was just a rumor)
In any case, Nashvillans, we’re thinking of you. Hope you’re staying safe and dry!
We’ve had a week of THE most gorgeous weather. Warm and sunny, not a cloud in the sky. A good week for doing laundry, so I’ve been doing laundry all week and hanging it out to dry. I love the smell of line-dried laundry.
What else have I been doing, what with the warm weather outside making it hot inside?
Making it even hotter, of course.
Tuesday night, I was poking around in the freezer looking for frozen strawberries so I could make some strawberry jam (not strawberry-habanero, just plain strawberry), and what did I find? A big ol’ bag of frozen habaneros! And not half an hour later I got an email from someone looking to buy peach-habanero jam and a bottle of hot sauce.
So Tuesday night I made a batch of the ugliest strawberry jam you’ve ever seen. That stuff was seriously foamy, and don’t worry – I’m not selling it, it’s all for us to use. (9 jars of strawberry jam should last the two of us about a year!)
Then Wednesday morning I got up and made a batch of peach-habanero jam, so I could get the order in the mail before the post office closed. And I did.
Jam-making sure makes for a hot kitchen, though, even though the ceiling fan was going the entire time. Add to that the fact that I was slow-roasting a turkey for dinner, and it was like a sauna in there.
At least it smelled good!
(If you were looking for more habanero jam or hot sauce, it might be time to stock up!)
SQUEE! I love a good interspecies animal surrogacy story. How CUTE is that?
I know I’ve been sorely lacking in Maura pictures this week. She’s doing well, being medicated every day, and just kind of waiting ’til this weekend, when her momma brings her home. Which will be Saturday!
She’s such a sweet girl. I know I’ve only mentioned that a million times!
2009: We laughed ourselves stupid.
2008: I ran after him screaming “NOT IN THE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE!”
2007: No entry.
2006: No entry.
2005: Hoverers make me want to just get the hell out of that store as soon as humanly possible.
2004: I think it’s a boy, though.
2003: He’s his usual Fancy self.
2002: “I can’t believe you let me go out in public like this!” I yelled at Fred.
2001: No entry.
2000: No entry.