I suppose it's time to reassure some of you that I've not died. I have not. In fact, I seem to be doing pretty well.
Last Tuesday the Hub and I went to Chicago for his birthday. We went to the aquarium, which was awesome, except it was 1/2 price day and there were BILLIONS of kids. BILLIONS. I suppose I should be pleased to see so many people who still care about things like that. Anyways, after the Aquarium, we had time to kill between that and dinner, so we wandered around the downtown area for a while. But the wind was REALLY nasty, so we ducted into Macy's. The Macy's in Chicago is FUCKING INSANE. It's like 9 stories high and a city block around. I sat on a 12 thousand dollar couch!! It was not very comfortable. After the 12k couch, we had dinner at the Melting Pot. Absolutely the best fucking meal I have ever had. Alas, the good Rev. Flow and Mrs. Flow were unable to join us, but we were joined by the Hub's friend, who was seriously the cutest little fuck ever. Apparently she wants to be a sugar mama, but Will says I have to be domesticated to apply for the job. I can do laundry, does that count? We're talking about going back for New Years Eve, if we can find a dog sitter that's not insane expensive, and Simone won't kill. I want to see her again, she's so awesome. And poor Hub got picked on, viciously, by me and Calla. He was unimpressed, but I think secretly pleased that we got on, and I wasn't trying to kill her all night. I do that, sometimes.
I have been working a lot lately. It's my bosses retaliation for me taking a week off. He's also pissed at me cause I gave him my school schedule, and now he has to hire again.
Roger Roo has moved into a big boy pen, cause one day he decided he wasn't going to be beaten up anymore, and decided that the dog house was HIS dog house, and he got a little aggressive. When you outweigh your littermates by 15lbs, you can't be that way. So big boy house.
I busted up a nail today, bad. It's ripped to fucking shreds. And it hurts. But it's glued on by a bandaide right now.
It dumped a fuckload of snow on us today. A fuckload. And I had to bust ass outside with the dogs today. So I had to come home, and eat warm food, and snuggle in my silk jammies.I had icicles in my hair. I'm going to work on my cross stitch whilest watching Buffy and NCIS.
I'm almost finished with Buffy season1. I forget how fast it moves.
Anyways. There you have it. I'm alive. Go wish my pet Ferretbite love and health, as he is sick.
Last Tuesday the Hub and I went to Chicago for his birthday. We went to the aquarium, which was awesome, except it was 1/2 price day and there were BILLIONS of kids. BILLIONS. I suppose I should be pleased to see so many people who still care about things like that. Anyways, after the Aquarium, we had time to kill between that and dinner, so we wandered around the downtown area for a while. But the wind was REALLY nasty, so we ducted into Macy's. The Macy's in Chicago is FUCKING INSANE. It's like 9 stories high and a city block around. I sat on a 12 thousand dollar couch!! It was not very comfortable. After the 12k couch, we had dinner at the Melting Pot. Absolutely the best fucking meal I have ever had. Alas, the good Rev. Flow and Mrs. Flow were unable to join us, but we were joined by the Hub's friend, who was seriously the cutest little fuck ever. Apparently she wants to be a sugar mama, but Will says I have to be domesticated to apply for the job. I can do laundry, does that count? We're talking about going back for New Years Eve, if we can find a dog sitter that's not insane expensive, and Simone won't kill. I want to see her again, she's so awesome. And poor Hub got picked on, viciously, by me and Calla. He was unimpressed, but I think secretly pleased that we got on, and I wasn't trying to kill her all night. I do that, sometimes.
I have been working a lot lately. It's my bosses retaliation for me taking a week off. He's also pissed at me cause I gave him my school schedule, and now he has to hire again.
Roger Roo has moved into a big boy pen, cause one day he decided he wasn't going to be beaten up anymore, and decided that the dog house was HIS dog house, and he got a little aggressive. When you outweigh your littermates by 15lbs, you can't be that way. So big boy house.
I busted up a nail today, bad. It's ripped to fucking shreds. And it hurts. But it's glued on by a bandaide right now.
It dumped a fuckload of snow on us today. A fuckload. And I had to bust ass outside with the dogs today. So I had to come home, and eat warm food, and snuggle in my silk jammies.I had icicles in my hair. I'm going to work on my cross stitch whilest watching Buffy and NCIS.
I'm almost finished with Buffy season1. I forget how fast it moves.
Anyways. There you have it. I'm alive. Go wish my pet Ferretbite love and health, as he is sick.
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oryon:
its all good
ferretbite:
My pathetic unworthy viruses can't affect Your Royal lungs. It must be something from your home planet. But I know a tasty drink that'll help you get better.