The sprog has become a huge fan of one A. Brown. He watches Good Eats and Cutthroat Kitchen on loop. So when I learned of Mr. Brown’s impending visit to Reading, I thought he would enjoy a night out with Mom. Only one problem. He’s got a camping trip with his Scout troop. He would rather go on that than see his personal idol. I’m going no matter what his decision is.
Swampy, I’m glad your sister is pulling through. She sounds like a tough cookie - she’d have to be with you as her brother!
I need four horses, four pieces of heavy rope, a whip, & the name/address of the f*uckwit who thought it would be a good idea to put a Hamilton Ave (light rail) station just a few miles from the Hamilton twain station. :mad: :mad: :mad:
I woke up too early - weird dreams. I was walking all night, lots of stairs, and escalators, and even one place where I had to grab a bar and swing up onto a platform. The woman in line in front of me said she couldn’t do it, and I told her if I can get my fat ass up there, then she could too. Everything was going well until some older woman was talking on her cell phone and holding up the line. I got pissed and tried to go around her, and she got all pissy with me, so I told her she had no right to hold up the line while she talked in the phone. I went around her and everybody else in line followed me and she got pushed out of the way.
Weird.
{{{Swampy}}}
yay for drugs Gotti
Cat hunting will probably be Moonday or Toosday Sunny. By then all the mice should be dead and out of the house. Sah-son is changing his mind again and doesn’t want one. I’m overriding him on this. Partly for mouse control and partly because Sah-dog is going to be 15 soon. He’s not got much time left and I know it.
I know it is going to be really hard on Sah-son, and I think having another critter around the house will help.
Back from breakfast. We’ve got a nasty day in store, weather-wise. This afternoon, we’re promised rain and high winds and cold and general ick. I don’t intend to go anywhere. I’ve got sheets in the washer, and I may attempt to finish my nephew’s hockey rink afghan at long last. Good times.
I, too, had bizarro dreams involving kittens, baby bears, raccoons, and a broken sheet of plexiglas. yeah. Must be the pollen count, right?
It snowed here, too. Mother Nature needs to go back on her meds, I think.
So far, I’ve got nothing scheduled and I have no intention of leaving the house. I’ve got three knitting projects I can work on, some books to read, and I’m pretty sure I can get a nap in there somewhere. Then, it’s dinner and bed. I have to be at Weight Watcher right when they open so we can figure out how we’re going to account for the pound or two of fiberglass on my lower leg.
Not sure what to make for dinner tonight. I’m open to (reasonable) suggestions. I will leave the house to buy food.
Last night, a friend asked me “What’s your favourite alcohol?” but I thought she said “What’s your favourite animal?” so I said, “cats.” She was a bit confused, and wondered how I could drink cats.
I also was in the land of weird dreams. The last one involved, at first, a new house that my entire family was in. For some reason we had to move the staircase to use it as an extra couch or something, which caused problems when trying to get to the second floor. Then I had a dream about a series of demons that looked like people and then transformed into monsters once you walked into their lair. The last place was a bookstore, so the lairs weren’t easy to spot. After that I decided to just get up. Nightmares - ugh.
The wind has really picked up here but there’s not much of a chance of rain, theoretically. I just put a ring of Polish sausage on to cook, and I’ve got sauerkraut draining. Supper will be easy.
Meanwhile, I’m crocheting squares for a patchwork afghan and watching assorted TV. Semi-lazy day.
