Nashville Zoo, which I’m pretty excited about. The drive up to Nashville yesterday was pretty horrible, because it was rainy and windy and there were a bazillion 18-wheelers on the road. Also, I was driving through Nashville during rush hour, which was funfunfun. I made it to the airport in plenty of time – 45 minutes early, even – and Liz’s plane landed on time. During the time I was in the airport, the weather went from crappy and rainy to brilliantly sunny, and it was a much nicer drive on the way home. I had to force myself to hold my speed down to 80 (the speed limit being 70), which as Fred would tell you is quite unusual. Usually, he bitches about the fact that I drive the exact speed limit (not something I generally intend to do; it just kind of happens). We got home and dropped off Liz’s bags, and then went to Captain D’s for lunch, since Liz was hankering for some hushpuppies. After, we stopped at the movie store, and when we got home Liz went upstairs to take a nap. She’d taken a Xanax to get through the anxiety of the flight and hadn’t slept well at all the night before. “Don’t let me sleep too long!” she said. That was at 2:30. At 7:00, she finally got up, looking a lot more awake and alert. We spent the evening watching TV, and once Fred went to bed we watched one of the movies we’d rented – Legally Blonde 2 – and went to bed around midnight. And now you’re up-to-date.
Something on the table? Sit on it!
Look at the poo! What a Poo! Sorry, that’s all I got.
Pooooooooo.
The fact that y’all were in bed and he was whispering in French, conjured up images of Gomez from the Addams Family. 🙂
********THE BACHELOR SPOILER*******************
Robyn, Did you watch The Bachelor? Can you believe he chose Estella? And that he didn’t propose but instead basically told he he liked her and gave her the ring on her right hand? What a dork! I thought for sure he would pick Kelli Jo and so did she! I think he wasn’t really interested in finding a wife/soul mate. I think he just wanted to make out with 25 women and be the only guy they macked on. Sheesh!
Robyn, I read your 4-years-ago entry, and wow, have you come a long way w/ your online journalling! I didn’t start reading you til just over 1 1/2 years ago, and OF COURSE I’ve read every word of your archives, but not in a while, and to see the difference from the tentative beginning to the full force it is now…it’s neat! 🙂
I hope you always find journalling enjoyable so that you’ll continue to give ME (and others) a source of enjoyment, too. If ever I need to pick up my mood I know I can always go to your site and find any entry and laugh myself into a good mood again.
Thanks for being here!
Sorry to take up so much room, this is too true NOT to share with everyone.
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG’S DIARY==========>
Day number 180:
8:00 am – OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am- OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am- OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am- OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon- OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm- OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm- OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM- OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM- OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
EXCERPTS FROM A CAT’S DIARY==========>
DAY 752:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects. They dine on fresh meat, while I am
forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me
going is the hope of escape, and the satisfaction of
ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may
eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 –
Today I attempted to kill my captors by weaving around
their feet while they were walking and almost succeeded.
Must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to
disgust these vile oppressors, I made myself vomit on their
favorite chair… must try this on their bed.
DAY 766-
Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body to
make them aware of what I am capable of, and to strike fear
in their hearts. They only cooed about what a good cat I
was. Not working according to plan.
DAY 768-
I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no reason
I was chosen for the water torture. This time it included a
burning chemical called “shampoo”. What sick minds could
invent such a liquid? My only consolation is the piece of
thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 –
There was a gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in
solitary throughout the event. However, I could smell the
foul odor what they call “beer”. More importantly I
overheard that my confinement was due to my power of
“allergies”. Must learn what this is and how to use it to
my advantage.
DAY 774-
I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and
snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems happy to
return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird has got to be
an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain
he reports my every move. Due to his confinement in the
metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is
only a matter of time….
Debby that is freakin hilarious!!!!! I loved it!
MIZ POO, NO!!!!!!!!!!
ROBYN WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO DO TO ME!!! THE CAT-O-EVIL IS UP TO HER TRICKS AGAIN!!!!
LOOK AT THOSE EVIL EYES, THEY ARE MAKING ME DO EVIL THINGS!!!
WHAT MIZ POO? YOU SAY I SHOULD DRIVE DOWN TO THE DAIRY QUEEN AND ORDER A LARGE OREO COOKIE BLIZZARD???OH! WHAT AN EVIL CAT YOU ARE MIZ POO…A SIMLPY EVIL CAT!!!
RICHARD
OMG I can’t believe you didn’t blog about rupurt!!!!! He was robbed! He should have known, and gotten johnny fairplay outta there lol