An acidic and hostile place: since 1999
reading: Death in Bloodhound Red. Finished last night: Watch Me. Not a bad book for one that’s almost ten years old. The main character has a laptop, and all I could think was “My GOD, I bet that thing was huge!” Certainly worth a read, if you get it for 50 cents at a garage sale, the way we did.
The Booger lurves his daddy.
Watch Me. Finished last night, FINALLY, An Isolated Incident. Some books are like a meandering country road. They go on and on and on. If you’re lucky, there are enough interesting and compelling things to look at during the drive down the road to make the trip worthwhile. And sometimes it’s boring as hell, and you just wish the damn drive was done and over with already. The latter is what An Isolated Incident was like. I don’t recommend it.
Miz Poo kneads and kneads and kneads for twenty minutes before she feels the time is right to curl up in her bed. Maybe kneading is her form of exercise, and the reason she’s lost half a pound!
I think she’s planning on writing a book. “Knead Your Way Thin.” She and Mister Boogers are already planning the infomercial.
web page address, so I grabbed one. I’m still thinking about getting one, but I can’t quite decide which one I want, and exactly how I want it to look. Here are some possibles:
In the month since she went off the steroids, Miz Poo has lost half a pound. Clearly she’s thrilled about it.
An Isolated Incident, still. Not a bad book, though the love scene I just read was a wee bit hokey. In less than a minute, they had rid themselves of the remainder of their clothing, and then there was no more need for words as their bodies began to communicate with one another. Um, yeah. Hokey.
We keep the cat carrier under the desk by the garage door, because Miz Poo has to go to the vet regularly for her immunoregulan shot (for her lip). Every night, without fail, when we sit down to watch TV, I hear a thump, and look over to see The Boog hanging out in the box, waiting to see if we’re going to take him somewhere interesting.
But we never do.
An Isolated Incident. Recently finished: Country Comes to Town, Do You Want to Know a Secret?, and She’s Come Undone. To my great surprise, She’s Come Undone was better than I remembered it. I still think I Know This Much is True is better, though. Maybe I should reread that, just to be sure!
The view from the deck.
This picture doesn’t do justice to just how scary the road was, believe you me.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m glad to have you home. Whatever.”
Bontasia, who stole it from Say, who stole it from This Mom, who stole it from Bitchalicious. * V I T A L S * Name: Robyn Gender: Female Location: On my couch, in my living room, in my house, in Madison, Alabama. Height: For years I’ve been saying I’m 5’5 1/2″, but on a recent trip to the doctor they measured my height, and I found that I’m actually 5′ 4 1/2″. I’m shrinking! Hair color: Dark brown. Like this:
Yes, I am AWARE that I need to have my eyebrows waxed, thank you.
My closet.
The fridge and freezer. Click here to see the bigger picture.
The front of the house.
A scene in my town/ a shot representative of Madison. And across the street from the Kohl’s located in the middle of a cotton field, my favorite new place in Madison, because it’s adorable. It looks like a little cartoon building:
Mojo to GoGo. Fred says the coffee is good, and that they have smoothies, too.
The laundry room; you can see a corner of the container that holds the litter box over there on the right.
Someone wanted to see the medicine cabinet. We don’t actually have a medicine cabinet; we use a shelf in the kitchen as our medicine cabinet.
Me, vacuuming with the Dyson.
Someone wanted to see my shoes. I wasn’t sure if they meant the shoes I own, or the shoes I was wearing. Above are some of my shoes.
More shoes.
The shoes I was wearing at the time.
Under the kitchen sink. See here for the full-sized picture.
Amy is walking for the March of Dimes to raise money on premature baby birth research. Won’t you please please please go sponsor her? I KNOW you guys can help get her to her goal. Bitchypoo readers, unite!
Da Boog is pissy.
Da Boog is sek-say.
Da Boog is thinking about kicking that mouse’s ass.
Da Boog is unbearably cute and cuddlesome.
Daffodils!
We had the ugly plastic edging taken up from around the front flower bed, and this awesome brick edging put down. I love the way it looks.
That’s a cedar trunk Miz Poo is sitting next to. Sure looks like she’s trying to look inside it. Good luck to her.
This is quite the slimming angle for Miz Poo. She hardly looks portly at all.
“How YOU doin’?” (Check out Spot in the background)
“Yeah, you.”
“Come clooooooser.”
Spanky examines his paw.
Spot, with Spanky in the background.
Spot, up close. Pretty boy.
Fred took this cool picture the other day when it was storming. Click here to see the larger version.
reading: She’s Come Undone, still.
The Boog loves love LOVES to stretch out on the bed in the guest bedroom.
The guest bedroom is where Spot and the Boog can be found most days during the day.
The Boog, looking cuddlesome.
I was trying and trying and trying to get the Boog to yawn. I yawned so much I went lightheaded, but the little bastard would NOT yawn. Across the room, Spanky was watching us. I glanced up and said “How about you, Skitty-Boo? You going to yawn for me?” and he did. Immediately. SUCH a good kitty.
reading: She’s Come Undone. I actually read it way back when it first came out, before it was an Oprah book. I liked I Know This Much is True much better, but so many people love She’s Come Undone with such a passion that I think I may have missed something on the first read-through, so I’m reading it again. And someone in my comments asked how I liked Sammy’s Hill. I loved it! It was funny, because a klutzy, dorky main character? I can relate! Funny, interesting and a quick read. I gave it four smilies out of five on the reading list.
The Happiest! Cat! In! The! World!
