You'll have to fight me for him, ladies
To the surprise of no one, the results of my Harry Potter Husband Test (stolen from everybody):
Who is your Harry Potter Mate
Your Result: Severus Snape
You like your mate with a dry wit and a sharp tounge. You do not mind the emotional baggage that comes with him. You may have to drag him kicking and screaming from the potion lab, but once his love is given, it will never waiver.
Lord Voldemort
Remus Lupin
Ronald Weasley
Albus Dumbledore
Harry Potter
Lucius Malfoy
Draco Malfoy
Who is your Harry Potter Mate
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz
Though I am mildly disturbed at the second place finisher here. O.o Oh, well. At least I have Snape, and I know his love will never "waiver." I just hope it doesn't waver.
In other news, I have solved the perplexing mystery of who (or what) has been assaulting my flowerpots.
So for the last several weeks, I've come to the conclusion that someone or something has been messing with my flowerpots. I've never had this problem at this house before, but it's hard to deny that something's going on when I come out in the morning and find that huge holes have been dug in the pots, so big that it looks like entire seedlings have been uprooted or removed. This has been increasingly upsetting, because when the plants are being jolted around that much, they're obviously not taking root and flourishing the way that they should.
Now, since it was highly unlikely that some nasty neighbor was sneaking around my garden, just to dig in my pots, it didn't take a genius to figure out that some kind of animal was doing this. I just didn't know what kind, and why in hell they started to do it now, when I've never had this problem here before. I assumed that it might be some sort of animal wanting to munch the plants for food.
But today I just happened to be looking out the window at the garden, when a black squirrel hopped up onto the retaining wall, proceeded to stand up on his hind legs and blithely started digging in my lobelia, like it was the most natural thing in the world!
And in a moment of shocked satisfaction and profound immaturity, all I could think was Oho, I've caught you in the act, and I found myself headed out the door into the garden, yelling, "Oh NO you don't, you little bastard!"
And then I stopped, because I was yelling at a squirrel. And the squirrel stopped digging, because he was probably wondering why a crazy lady was yelling at him, and he just sat back, thoroughly unintimidated, and looked up at me with his squirrely eyes and the world's most enormous peanut shamelessly clenched in his teeth. (The pots, apparently, make wonderful peanut containment devices. I never realized.) He wouldn't run away until I was practically standing over him.
So that's one mystery solved, replaced with at least one more: why does he specifically want to bury the peanuts in the pots, when there are huge expanses of dirt that would be more convenient, and how do I stop him from doing it again?
One thing is for sure: I WILL foil him. Oh yes, squirrel, you haven't seen the last of me; you can bet on it. Someday, somehow, I'll put a stop to your plan. *g*
Who is your Harry Potter Mate
Your Result: Severus Snape
You like your mate with a dry wit and a sharp tounge. You do not mind the emotional baggage that comes with him. You may have to drag him kicking and screaming from the potion lab, but once his love is given, it will never waiver.
Lord Voldemort
Remus Lupin
Ronald Weasley
Albus Dumbledore
Harry Potter
Lucius Malfoy
Draco Malfoy
Who is your Harry Potter Mate
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz
Though I am mildly disturbed at the second place finisher here. O.o Oh, well. At least I have Snape, and I know his love will never "waiver." I just hope it doesn't waver.
In other news, I have solved the perplexing mystery of who (or what) has been assaulting my flowerpots.
So for the last several weeks, I've come to the conclusion that someone or something has been messing with my flowerpots. I've never had this problem at this house before, but it's hard to deny that something's going on when I come out in the morning and find that huge holes have been dug in the pots, so big that it looks like entire seedlings have been uprooted or removed. This has been increasingly upsetting, because when the plants are being jolted around that much, they're obviously not taking root and flourishing the way that they should.
Now, since it was highly unlikely that some nasty neighbor was sneaking around my garden, just to dig in my pots, it didn't take a genius to figure out that some kind of animal was doing this. I just didn't know what kind, and why in hell they started to do it now, when I've never had this problem here before. I assumed that it might be some sort of animal wanting to munch the plants for food.
But today I just happened to be looking out the window at the garden, when a black squirrel hopped up onto the retaining wall, proceeded to stand up on his hind legs and blithely started digging in my lobelia, like it was the most natural thing in the world!
And in a moment of shocked satisfaction and profound immaturity, all I could think was Oho, I've caught you in the act, and I found myself headed out the door into the garden, yelling, "Oh NO you don't, you little bastard!"
And then I stopped, because I was yelling at a squirrel. And the squirrel stopped digging, because he was probably wondering why a crazy lady was yelling at him, and he just sat back, thoroughly unintimidated, and looked up at me with his squirrely eyes and the world's most enormous peanut shamelessly clenched in his teeth. (The pots, apparently, make wonderful peanut containment devices. I never realized.) He wouldn't run away until I was practically standing over him.
So that's one mystery solved, replaced with at least one more: why does he specifically want to bury the peanuts in the pots, when there are huge expanses of dirt that would be more convenient, and how do I stop him from doing it again?
One thing is for sure: I WILL foil him. Oh yes, squirrel, you haven't seen the last of me; you can bet on it. Someday, somehow, I'll put a stop to your plan. *g*