ho-hum pig's bum
I am one work day away from 10 days vacation. I went to Costco today and they already have Christmas for sale. I may have mortified my mom a small amount as I was singing Jingle Bells along with the 'Shake your tush' Santa and Frosty on display. I only slightly shook my own tush though. I was in grown-up clothes after all and that is just not acceptable. We're going to Redondo Beach for a few days to visit TJ's dad and California Leah. Also, TJ's dad saw the Black Pearl in the ocean and, if I see Johnny Depp, I will either a) cry b)wet myself c) start singing songs from 'Crybaby' d) all of the above. My money is on D. I am just looking forward to sitting on the beach and hanging out and maybe I'll get to see a dolphin or two. Robot has discovered that, if she really wants to, she can jump over the strategically placed baby-gates in our house. My kitties are safe nowhere. Also, we had slugs/snails in our yard. TJ wins the 'best husband ever' award because not only did he kill them and clean up the rotted grapefruit from whence they came, he also researched them to prove to me that they not only kill ants, they cannot form one giant mutant slug which then can form rudimentary objects (like the not-Arnold terminator in T2) such as keys which they could use to unlock our doors and murder us in our sleep. I was so relieved. TJ is the best.