flat part” of the trail? IT LOOKS UPHILL TO ME. This must mean we’re about to start on the “short uphill climb” any minute now, right, you fucker? Being “short“, I’m sure it’s three miles straight up the side of a cliff.”
“Bessie,” Fred said, “I swear it’s just a short climb, and then we’ll be back at the car.”
“Save your breath,” I said, gasping for air. “I don’t believe a word you say, you lying liar.”
Not long after, we reach the end of the trail, which ended at a small playground.
“Oh,” Fred said as an afterthought. “There’ll be one more very short climb to get to the parking lot.”
“I hate you,” I said.
“I know you do.”
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Someone asked for a comparison picture of Fred and I from when we went to Florida in 1997, next to the one I posted yesterday. Since I am such a sweet, accommodating soul, here you go, Shayne!
Yeah, I’d say there’s a slight difference!
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On our drive home from the hike yesterday, we passed a chipmunk sitting on the curb. Just sitting there, hanging out, taking in the lovely evening sun.
It was all I could do not to jump out of the car, grab him up, and squeeze him to death. Chipmunks are just the damn cutest, aren’t they?
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Did I mention that I VOLUNTARILY got up out of bed at 5:20 yesterday morning so I could do my 4(.16!) mile walk before I went to the pet store yesterday? Because if I wait and go when I get home from the pet store, it’s usually around 9:00, and it has usually started to get hot out. So I got up, went for my walk, got home, changed into regular clothes, and went to the pet store. I stopped at the grocery store on the way home, and was home before 9:00.
I’m sure that when Fred walked into the bedroom at 5:30 and saw me up and dressed, he thought “Who are you, and WHAT have you done with my slacker wife?”
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Last Friday, the spud and I went to Ruby Tuesday for lunch, and then we went over to Kohl’s, because I wanted to see what they had in the way of jeans, because I am ALL about the jeans these days.
I ended up buying a pair of denim capris (which I LOVE), and three men’s polo shirts in size XLT (extra-large tall). Tall, because I like my shirts to be long enough to cover my gut. The shirts were less than $10 each, and the capris were (I think) $15. I also wandered over to the underwear section and found that the
Barely There panties were on sale for $4.20 each. They’re regularly more than $7, so I dug through the racks and bought six pair of them.
I LOVE THEM. They’re amazingly comfortable, and my new favorite underwear, which means they’ll probably discontinue them in three… two… one… Discontinued! Every single time I find underwear that I like (I HATE the underwear with the elastic band around the waist that digs in and hurts by the end of the day) they discontinue it about ten seconds later. I think an underwear respresentative must be following me around and reporting back to the Panty Commission when I discover panties I like.
So yesterday I had a couple of things to return at Kohl’s, and I thought I’d see if the panties were still on sale, and whether I could find another pair of denim capris. The capris were hard as hell to find – they had every size BUT mine – but I finally did find a pair. Then I went back to the underwear section and realized that the reason the Barely There panties were on sale is because that particular style was being discontinued. I spent half an hour digging through the racks, and bought almost every pair they had in my size (I didn’t buy the white ones that were in my size, ’cause I don’t like white underwear. Why? Fuck if I know.).
I think, for the most part, I’m all set for clothes for now. Of course, in a couple of months when everything I bought is too big for me, I’ll probably be kicking myself. But for now, I’m STYLIN’.
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Someone asked in my comments yesterday (and if you asked a question in yesterday’s comments, you might want to go back and check them, ’cause I answered a lot of comments IN the comments) what we’re going to do with the spud gone.
The answer, of course, is almost exactly what we’d do if the spud were here. Being that she’s 17, she spends a lot of time on her computer and out with her friends, so we don’t see her a whole lot these days, anyway.
While she’s gone, though, we can wander around naked and not have to worry about getting caught. And yet? There hasn’t been a lot of naked wandering in the past few days.
Something we should, perhaps, remedy.
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I love it when I get the cats looking dorky.
He is so very, very bad, with his blue and pink
SoftPaws.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
hither.
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Previously
2005: “Spot caught a copperhead!”
2004: No entry.
2003: Poor Gram.
2002: Oh, quit with the gasps of horror.
2001: Lynn is very very nice, but as I’ve mentioned, she doesn’t appreciate the beauty of silence.
2000: I was giving out dirty looks left and right, let me tell you.]]>
