Dear cat or raccoon or whatever critter that left bits o' mouse on my lawn which my horrid dog then went and gobbled up,
I did NOT enjoy cleaning said mouse bits off of my living room rug after they'd been gacked up by said horrid dog.
Nor did I enjoy picking up the severed mouse head up by its whiskers and disposing of it for you.
I am becoming increasingly UNFOND of living (and dead) things.
At the ripe old age of 37, I've never had a full set of matching plates. Seriously.
I'd always been happy enough with my mish mash of mismatched plates and bowls.
Until I saw a lovely service for twelve at a yard sale this weekend. All dinner plates, salad plates, and bowls accounted for. Yay me!!
As I carried them in the house, Al turned his nose up at them;
"Yes. Really. They're pretty. Shut up."
Turns out, they're worth far more than the $7 I paid for them. Which made Al like them a little better.
I'm keeping them dammit.
And Raina, Sweetie, would you please tell me when Granny Chic becomes all the rage, so I'll know when to consider myself hip.
Can I tell you how much I LOVE my new phone?
I haven't had this much fun with a gadget since I got my... nevermind.
Its an adorable little teeny computer that fits in my pocket and lets me read and comment on blogs, check my email, and dick around in general.
I think the only thing it can't do is get me off.
Wait a sec.
There's probably and app for that.
I never liked the Home Alone movies.
Until I watched one with Owen and Bea this weekend.
Their eyes were bugged out of their heads as that little brat tortured those bad guys.
Owen launched himself on the floor repeatedly mimicking the bad guys getting throttled. I think the kid has a penchant for slapstick.
Bea sat with her hands over her grinning mouth, gasping in shock at each stunt the kid pulled off.
They both cheered when the bad guys were finally defeated once and for all.
That's some good clean violence there. Can't wait to watch it again with them.
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