someone sent me an email consisting of the word "sex" typed in about a thousand times – cracked me up, it did – and she only got two chili peppers! As I emailed and told her, I guess I must’ve gotten mixed up and "fuck" is what gives you an automatic three peppers. I could have sworn it was something far less offensive, though…
And just so y’all know, when I download my email, I always (well, ever since I got the newest version of Eudora, anyway) open the ones with chili peppers first.
What can I say? I’m just the kinda gal who likes profanity in her daily email… 
I have errands to run, groceries to buy, places to go, things to DO, and here I sit on my ass in front of the computer, checking 3WA for new posts, watching Miz Poo sniff around Fred’s fancified dress-up shoes, dribbling diet coke down the front of me. At least I’ve got a good deal of my Christmas shopping done. That’s only because I could buy it all online, you know, so don’t be too impressed.
Have I worked at all on getting my shit moved over to robynanderson? No, I have not, I have done not one single, solitary lick of work on anything resembling my site (except for the kicking Christmas design I did in ten minutes flat last Friday morning, and which makes me feel all tingly and happy inside every time I look at it, because that’s the sort of doof I am). I am just terribly inflicted with a nasty case of the lazies lately and though it’s annoying, I did read three books in two days this weekend, so at least I’m accomplishing something while I sit on my rapidly widening ass all the time.
The cats are about to run out of food, and the spud’s hamsters need a new wheel (funny story: the spud takes the wheel out of the hamsters’ cage at night, because if she doesn’t, they runrunrun on it all night long and it goes squeaksqueaksqueak constantly and she doesn’t sleep well. So last Thursday I think it was, the spud calls down to me where I’m sitting in front of the computer (big shock, there), sounding like she’s about to cry, and she comes down and has the hamster wheel in her hands, and it’s squished absolutely flat as a pancake – if I’d been thinking, I’d’ve taken a picture – because when she had taken it out of the cage the night before she’d set it on the floor and in a dazed morning stumble Thursday morning, she stepped all over it and flattened it), I need to order more pictures of the spud to send out as Christmas presents, the stairs desperately need a good Swiffer’ing, and the upstairs could use a thorough vacuuming, since we put the Christmas tree up this weekend (or I guess I should say Fred put the tree up this weekend, and the spud and I decorated it), and the cats have been laying under it, getting fake pine needles all over them, and then tracking them throughout the house.
And yet here I sit, typing, typing, typing.
2 1/2 hours later…
Well, somehow I managed to get my ass in gear and hit the grocery store, movie store, Petco and Wal-Mart. Going to Wal-Mart at 11:30 in the morning three weeks before Christmas is probably one of the dumber things I’ve done lately. I got a parking space right next to the garden shop by some stroke of luck, but it was incredibly packed in there. I was only going in to buy some plastic balls to hang on the trees (we bought five or six packs of the shiny ones – I’m not sure exactly what they’re made of, but they’re breakable – our first Christmas together four years ago, and the cats just killed the last one we had by bouncing it down the stairs until it shattered). I managed to get a pack of 50 for $6, so I consider that money well-spent. I also needed to get some gift certificates for Tracy’s kids, because I have nary a clue what to get them anymore.
Speaking of Tracy’s kids, I was talking to my mother Sunday night, and she said that Tracy had said that his daughter, Mireya, absolutely loved the shirts with cats on them that I’d sent her. I sat without speaking for several long moments as I racked my brain trying to recall shirts I might have bought for Mireya and came up blank. I honestly don’t think I’ve sent anything but money and gift certificates for at least the last two years for either of Tracy’s kids. But hey – at least I’m getting credit for something I didn’t send, so two thumbs up to that!
I got an email last night that sent me into a bitter seething rage of jealousy. Is this not the most perfect domain and journal name? Man, I wish I’d come up with that one first…
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