WHY don't I have a Vin Diesel icon?!
Have been picking things up and packing them on and off all day. Crushed one very full bag of cans, which reduced it by about a third.
Watched my all=time favorite action movie tonight: xXx. Yes, I've seen it about fifteen times already, including twice in the theater and owning the DVD. Still, I got sucked in to where I forgot the Alphas season finale was on---good thing it's cable and repeats in a few hours.
Ran up to WalMart for caffeine and foggers so I can bomb my house tomorrow. Now if I could just acquire some Agent Orange to defoliate my frackin' yard....
I figure I've got about 36 hours before the C's return, or in practical terms, I get to dose Rosie's ear three more times. I just gave her her tonight's dose. I've gotten quite devious about it. I fill the syringe and wait for her to bring hr ball over for me to throw. Then I do a fast take-down, squirt the serum in her ear, hold her there for a moment, all the while letting her know what a good girl I think she is, then let her up and toss the ball. From my seat at the desk in the family room, I can get it up the three steps into the kitchen, and if I'm really good, it'll roll clear into the dining room. (It's a BIG kitchen.)
I'll miss said kitchen, and the ice-and-water-on-the-door fridge, and the full-size microwave. I'll miss the location, which is convenient to WalMart, the Mall, J's, and assorted other things. I'll miss the ease of entry via the garage door. I prefer my shower to theirs, but J's bath still ranks #1. I won't go on---it's too depressing. One thing I won't miss, though---that damned bed or those stairs.
I'm dreading getting on my scale. I don't know whether I believe theirs---it's digital, and only measures in half-pound increments---but if it's even vaguely accurate. I've gained about ten pounds. Well, I won't have cable or internet to distract me there, so maybe I can get my house cleared out/find a job/win the lottery. Yeah, I know, but as girl can dream.
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Watched my all=time favorite action movie tonight: xXx. Yes, I've seen it about fifteen times already, including twice in the theater and owning the DVD. Still, I got sucked in to where I forgot the Alphas season finale was on---good thing it's cable and repeats in a few hours.
Ran up to WalMart for caffeine and foggers so I can bomb my house tomorrow. Now if I could just acquire some Agent Orange to defoliate my frackin' yard....
I figure I've got about 36 hours before the C's return, or in practical terms, I get to dose Rosie's ear three more times. I just gave her her tonight's dose. I've gotten quite devious about it. I fill the syringe and wait for her to bring hr ball over for me to throw. Then I do a fast take-down, squirt the serum in her ear, hold her there for a moment, all the while letting her know what a good girl I think she is, then let her up and toss the ball. From my seat at the desk in the family room, I can get it up the three steps into the kitchen, and if I'm really good, it'll roll clear into the dining room. (It's a BIG kitchen.)
I'll miss said kitchen, and the ice-and-water-on-the-door fridge, and the full-size microwave. I'll miss the location, which is convenient to WalMart, the Mall, J's, and assorted other things. I'll miss the ease of entry via the garage door. I prefer my shower to theirs, but J's bath still ranks #1. I won't go on---it's too depressing. One thing I won't miss, though---that damned bed or those stairs.
I'm dreading getting on my scale. I don't know whether I believe theirs---it's digital, and only measures in half-pound increments---but if it's even vaguely accurate. I've gained about ten pounds. Well, I won't have cable or internet to distract me there, so maybe I can get my house cleared out/find a job/win the lottery. Yeah, I know, but as girl can dream.
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