Fred’s long short story/ novella is now available for 99 cents! You can buy it at Amazon here, or Barnes and Noble, here. (He’s working on getting it put up on Smashwords.)
If you’d like to read a sample to decide whether or not to download it, you can do so here.
Time to let me know if you want a holiday postcard! (And yes, of course I’m happy to send cards to other countries!) Send your name and mailing address to hollydays@gmail.com .
I’ll take names and addresses until December 20th.
If you’d like to send me a card as well (never ever required, but always appreciated – I don’t keep track of who does and doesn’t send a card, I promise!), send it to: Robyn Anderson, PO Box 461, Athens, AL 35612 USA.
In case you missed it, I posted a Snackin’! Time! movie on Saturday, and some George and Gracie pics yesterday.
I’m planning to post every day through the month of December, and the posts on the weekend will be pretty short and quick ones.
It’s my gift to youuuuu, you lucky lucky people.
I spent almost all day Saturday cleaning the house. I cleaned the bathrooms (I don’t do that nearly often enough), I vacuumed and cleaned the floors (also don’t do that often enough) and I EVEN DUSTED.
I hate dusting. I also hate cleaning the bathrooms. But I always say to myself, after I’ve done both chores, Well, that wasn’t so bad. Maybe I should get into a routine where I clean every (certain day)!
Yeah. Don’t hold your breath on that.
I even pulled everything off the big shelf unit in the laundry room, wiped down the shelves, and put everything back in an orderly fashion. Then I stood on a chair and pulled everything off the top of the laundry room refrigerator and freezer, wiped that down, and carried some litter boxes out to the garage.
Everything was covered in about an inch of dust. Which makes sense, because there are three litter boxes in there, and I hadn’t cleaned off the shelves and the top of the fridge and freezer in… well, I don’t know how long it’s been. Probably saying it’s been a year wouldn’t be untrue. Ugh.
I was about halfway through scrubbing down the laundry room when Fred wandered through and asked what had gotten into me with all the crazy cleaning. I’m thinking someone must have slipped some uppers into my Diet Coke.
I washed the upstairs floors with a combination of vinegar and water with a few drops of olive oil thrown in to hopefully add some shine. When it dried, it looked like crap, so I went over it again with my All-Purpose Cleaning stuff, and it looked a lot better. Not shiny, but definitely clean. I’m thinking that perhaps my floors aren’t meant to be shiny, so I’ll accept clean.
Speaking of cleaning the floors, I bought a Libman Freedom Mop a couple of months ago and have been using that to clean my floors. At the time, I bought some extra cleaning pads (my floors, you will be shocked to find out, get pretty dirty with all those grimy cat paws running around), but I recently read that you can buy microfiber cleaning cloths at Bed, Bath and Beyond (or any store like that) and cut them to fit the mop, and they work just as well. And are less expensive! I like that you can use your own cleaning solution, and I like that the bottom of the mop is nice and wide. I’ve used cleaning rags tucked onto a Swiffer and while it does a good job of cleaning, I had a real issue with the mop flipping over, which is seriously irritating. I don’t have that issue with the Libman.
I recommend it!
Lisa came over on Friday and brought this wonderful item with her for the fosters. She got a Black Friday deal on it, but it didn’t work for her cats, so she passed it along to me. Er, the fosters.
We put it in the front room, and just about every cat in the house came to check it out. Tommy jumped from the floor to the top of the cottage – a move I wouldn’t have expected to work – and stayed there for a long time, flicking his tail to tease Charlie. Charlie thought the cottage was THE BOMB, and Patty came to check it out, too.
After Lisa left, I decided to move the cottage to the foster room, since the cats really like to hang out in that room during the day (it stays pretty warm and gets plenty of sun).
And OF COURSE not a single cat has gone near it since I moved it!
That’s okay, brats. Hopefully soon I’ll have more fosters in there, and they will LOVE climbing around in that cottage. You snooze, you lose!
(And would you believe I didn’t get a single picture while Lisa was here? Didn’t even occur to me to grab the camera! Duh.)
No Peppers adopted over the weekend, unfortunately. Adoptions are super super slow right now. I hate it when adoptions are slow. I know that adoptions will pick up sooner or later (they’ve been slow like this before, this certainly isn’t the first time), but I wish those Peppers and Buster would find their forever home so I can stop worrying about them!
Miss Patty is annoyed.
SO stressed.
Spanky was sound asleep in this bed, and Charlie climbed right in, snuggled up, and went to sleep.
Zzzzzzzz
Half an hour later, Spanky woke up and was like “What the-?”, hissed, and stomped off in a huff.
Sheriff Mama is making her rounds.
Takes a moment to roll around in the sun. Even the most hard-working law enforcement officers deserve a break!
The Sheriff is concerned that you might be misreading the way this picture happened. The Sheriff was NOT running from that wanted criminal (Elwood) in fear for her life. The Sheriff is not scared at ALL of evil wanted criminals. The truth is that the Sheriff had accidentally left her handcuffs in her office on top of the dryer, and she was RUSHING inside to retrieve them so that she could handcuff the evil Elwood and haul him off to prison. She did NOT run away from Elwood because he makes her nervous, and she did NOT sit on top of the dryer and hiss at him when he strolled through with his evil-gangster stroll. That did NOT happen, and anyone who told you different is just a big liar. In case you wondered.
Previously
2010: No entry.
2009: No entry.
2008: Those wily damn Australians!
2007: I assure you that if Stinkerbelle saw those hussies all snuggled up with HER MAN, she would NOT be pleased!
2006: Le sigh.
2005: no, I didn’t take anything for the pain. Then I couldn’t bitch about the pain. DUH!
2004: Yep, fuck that.
2003: The child is evil. EVIL, I say.
2002: (Close your email clients, you damn Crimson-heads. I know you lurrrve your football team and all, but really. Breaking news?)
2001: Woman of the Year.
2000: What can I say? I’m just the kinda gal who likes profanity in her daily email…
1999: “Let’s kill the Mommy bitch and eat all the canned cat food in the house, then lay around and lick the litter out from between our toes.”