The good news is that Ravenwood has an open apartment directly across from Tim & Brantley's place. Bad news is they aren't sure when it will be open, but that they will know Friday. That does kind of cut things close, since we have to be out of here by the end of the month. Not like we can't be ready to move by then, just that we would prefer to ( Read more... )

Herein is a lengthy list of generic stuff from my life.
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I've lost 15 lbs in the past two months! Go me! At this rate, I will be pretty slim for the wedding ( Read more... )

This about sums the console wars up.

Anyway. Life moves on. Nothing dramatic at this time, though there's some stuff about Witty, and some talk of the wedding. ( Read more... )

He had himself quite an adventure, apparently, but he's back home now. I hope he has settled some of his wanderlust for a while at least...

( The Reunion )

Witty's gone ( Read more... )

By now, everyone's eating rather firm, chunky, reheated hamburgers. They are thinking about lighting the leftover firecrackers, maybe burning those little ash-snake bombs that most people forget about until later. In certain parts of the Dirty South, they are mounting the mirrored, air-brushed, glass license plates they purchased at the stand ( Read more... )

It's Danielle's birthday, and instead of cake and ice cream, we're having alcohol with Jay and Tracy, two friends from Charleston. They brought booze with them, we bought booze today, we have booze left over from the previous two get togethers... We ought to open a liquor store ( Read more... )

So we decided to go ahead and try the full-out, free-wandering kitten thing today. We'd introduce Fina to Witty several times over the past couple of weeks, with usually a hiss and sometimes a growl from Witty. But today, however, the two of them are chasing each other up and down the hall now. There was one small hiss from Witty the first time ( Read more... )

So I just got done with a horrible, horrible chore. At least, it was horrible to Whitaker. I took Witty to a vet for his allergy problem, and got his rabies shot while I was there, so he got probed and soaked with disinfectant and stuck a couple of times. And that's not counting a fifteen minute jaunt in the kitty carrier on foot in the hot, hot ( Read more... )