Why didn't I just save this for the AM???

Sep 20, 2007 01:47

I went to a CME with Mom...  I felt weird and out of place.  Thank God I decided to "dress up."  Most people were like in business stuff...  Like they just came out of work.  I just wore khakis, a white shirt and a blue nonhoodie, zip up sweater.  Sat down to eat.  Mom said hi to a few people she knew.  I had a moment of ADD...  Anxiety?  There were moments where I just felt like I wanted to be home, like something might happen.  But what that something was???  But after I went to the buttroom I calmed down a bit, started paying attention.  DM2.

Home.  Seriously, I swear to God Bubba does not want to go into the bathroom.  I've been meaning to clean the carrier...  I thought I could just spray it with Lysol.  I unscrew it.  Bubba peaks his head into the buttroom, sniffing at the litter like there's a new pet inside or something.  I open it up.  Basically out of the bathroom, he was never fully in.  I saw dried liquid...  Yeah, I so need to bleach it.

ABz notes...

Someone had a Bucky sighting!!!  He's back at Disney doing some High School Musical thing...  But it's not really HSM...  Like no one is Troy and whatever her name is...  But their own name.  Dunno if he's a lead or what.  Then it seems like Landon is going back on tour with Frankie Valli.

Kid Nation...  As it began I was thinking I'd rather watch something like Frontier House or Colonial House than a bunch of kids struggling in a community, but then isn't the point of the show to see if kids can run a community, vs just living in the past?  Anyway, it seemed pretty interesting.  4 leaders, 40 kids split into 4 groups, who had to compete for their role in the thing.  One group of the upper class who did nothing, unless they wanted to.  Merchants, cooks and laborers.  Seemed chaotic at first, but then they seem to get getting it.  Loved how they gave up a TV for 7 outhouses (they only started with 1 and it stunk...  Dig drain tunnels!!!  Preview for next week...  Kids in the saloon taking shots of root beer...  Yeah, I don't know if I'd let my kids do that.  Youngest was 8, oldest 15.  And the 15 year olds are immature, freaking grafitting the place.
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