I feel pretty lucky that the only time Ned ever called me on stage to introduce me to the live audience was to do an impression of a woman eating nachos, and it was between segments. Poor Irwin made it into clip show. Continue reading
Okay, I saw Oprah in these and she looked good. I’m nervous about buying something created by Nelly, but the man appreciates a tiny waist and a round thang in your face.
Anybody tried Apple Bottoms yet? I’m thinking of ordering a pair. Specifically, these.
[edited to add: Those of you who were outraged about the sizes offered, note their sizing chart. Their eight is our ten. Note this oddly grammatically incorrect FAQ question, which shows their sizes run up to 14. There are 12’s and 14’s on eBay. Man, Nelly should be sending me a free pair. Or a free purre.]
I’ve been thinking about getting a new car.
Because that’s crazy talk, I instead fixed the AC in my car, and then went clothes shopping.
Here’s the deal: I really hate buying bras. First of all, I think they are just way too expensive. You can buy ten pairs of panties for the price of one good bra. And you have to buy the good bras, because I’ve found the ten dollar variety will come apart in the wash, or the underwire will jab through and slice up the underside of your breast. I’m not having that.
love me, love me not | with exclusive bonus footage.
Well, I spent the first part of my morning deleting mail from people telling me that they love me when they don’t. They don’t love me at all. And I thought I was all cool and smart, not opening any of the attachments, but somehow it still opened up my Outlook address book and sent duplicates to other people. So, if you got love from me, know that I don’t love you that way. I love you, but not in that screwing-up-your-life way. Well, kinda. Maybe. You’ll have to find out.
things that go poot in the night
I don’t know when I’ll be able to update tomorrow, or if. I’ll be on the road for most of the morning, and then, you know, family and stuff. I’ll see what I can do.
Last night Cal was making an insane amount of noise running around and yelling and terrorizing Taylor. I got up to stop him and he bit my hand. I was mad and got back into bed and told Eric to handle his cat. In the dark I heard Eric get up and walk over to Cal. Then I heard “PffffFFFIIIIIEEEEEEEEIIIEIEIEEEE!”
you pick up a few things here and there.
I’m going broke from everyone’s wish lists. It’s way too easy to just click and send. But in any event, thanks to Daniel, Erica and Kim, whose gifts arrived on Friday afternoon. Eric is starting to look jealous.
The weekend was spent shopping, performing, eating, and movie watching. Although none of those things are interesting when you just talk about them chronologically, they are a bit more entertaining when you just look at the lessons I learned from them:
oh yeah. i’m sorry. that’s christmas.
My, oh my. It’s already Christmas time. That means it’s almost the year 2000. What’s Conan gonna do with his sketch? “In the year 2001” doesn’t really have the same ring.
This also means it’s time to send out my Christmas cards. Last year I had a great time exchanging them with you guys. The bad news? I changed jobs. I lost just about every address you guys sent in. The good news? I want you to send them again. If you want to exchange Holiday Greetings, send me your address. Huzzah!
thinking about our home
We are still debating the “get a new kitty” thing at the house. Taylor is very vocal lately, which he has never been before. He’s constantly at our sides, which he really never did. He lets you pet him, he plays, he runs around the house. He cries and moans until we feed him a little treat. I thought maybe he was just doing that to get treats, but last night he didn’t even eat it. He played with it for a little while and then went back to crying and whining. It’s not like him. We think that he misses someone to beat up on, like he had with Lillith. He would just stay hidden, come out to bat her around a little, give her a bath and then go back into hiding. Now he’s always out. He sleeps by my side. He follows me around in the mornings. Today when I was about to leave for work he stood in front of the door. He never does that. I’ve been leaving the television on when I leave the house, but it doesn’t seem to be doing the trick. But we are really worried about bringing in a new cat. What if that’s exactly what Taylor doesn’t want? What if he’s happier by himself, and we just don’t know that this is the happy version of Taylor? I mean, one was a bit of a friendly bully, and this Taylor is sort of a whiny bully. You can pet him for a while, but then he’ll bat at you. It used to be he’d bat at you right away. If we bring in a new cat is it going to make Taylor feel second?
and living in squalor
This weekend Eric and I decided that no matter what happened we were going to spend part of the weekend shopping.
Which is exactly what we did.