This Sunday-through-Thursday-night posting thing isn’t working for me. I’ll post the comment-answering extravaganza tomorrow morning, and go back to the old Monday-through-Friday morning posting next week.
So if you’ve got questions, ask ’em!
Fred wrote a truer (and far funnier) account of why we (HE) needed Q-tips to clean between the floorboards.
He asked me to proofread the letter (yes, he really did send it to the founder of the company, and I hope the guy has a good sense of humor, because a letter like that deserves to be appreciated by the recipient) and when I got to the part where he talks about Mister Boogers, something about the so-very-casual mention of the cats name just cracked me up and I laughed until I cried.
Most of the time, the fact that we have a cat named Mister Boogers (and one named Sugarbutt, for that matter) doesn’t really strike me as all that funny. That’s just his NAME, I don’t really think about it, but the idea of a complete stranger receiving a letter and reading that we have a cat named Mister Boogers just hits my funnybone for some reason.
And yes, I AM getting a sewing machine – this one, to be exact. Y’all were pretty much unanimous that I should stay away from Singer and go for a Kenmore, and after some consideration (and an email from fellow not-much-of-a-seamstress Styro), I decided to go for it.
I’ve already told Fred I could probably make my own curtains – how hard can it be to whip up some valances, right? (When I’m swearing up a storm because I fucked up yet another set of curtains, remind me I said that, would you?) Hopefully the hardest part will be finding fabric I like. I hope so, at least!
I went to the recycling center today for the first time in about two weeks. Surprisingly (not), when you don’t use four 20-ounce plastic bottles a day, the recycling tends not to pile up. I know I mentioned that I bought some 1-liter Sigg bottles back in December with the intention of reducing the amount of trash I generate on a regular basis. Unfortunately, what I should have done was order 20-ounce Sigg bottles, because I just don’t care for the 1-liter size. So I’ve been using 20-ounce plastic water bottles for a week at a time before I recycle them. We got a Pur water dispenser I keep in the fridge in the laundry room (the filter that you can attach to your kitchen faucet wouldn’t fit so we went with the dispenser instead) and I fill the bottles from that.
Anyway, I was able to put off going to the recycling center for about two weeks, and the majority of the recycling were the cans of cat food from Snackin’ Time. Damn those cats and their Snackin’ Time.
After the recycling center I stopped by the bank to make a deposit and then to Big L0ts. Before we moved to Smallville, I had never once stepped foot into a Big L0ts, and now I go by there every other week or so. I never buy much there, but if they’ve got cans of compressed air I generally snatch them up, and I like taking a walk through the food section (a box of Cheerios for $2? Yes, please!) and the cleaning section and the kitchen section. It’s a good store to browse in, and I never spend very much money because everything is so damn cheap.
I was disappointed to find that they didn’t have any egg noodles though, damnit. How’m I going to make chicken noodle casserole without egg noodles?
Which reminds me. Anyone out there got a good chicken noodle casserole recipe? Something simple? I saw a recipe on the back of the box of cornflake crumbs for tuna noodle casserole, only I don’t eat tuna (because even contemplating eating tuna reminds me of when I was 8 or 9. At the time, I ate tuna a LOT. One day I took a bowl of tuna (mixed with mayo, of course) out of the fridge, took the top off the bowl and saw a dead fly floating in the pool of mayo around the edge of the bowl, and if that’s not the last time I ate tuna, you could probably count the number of times I’ve eaten tuna since on one hand) so I thought I’d substitute chicken for the tuna, and then I promptly threw the freakin’ box away and thus have no recipe.
Yes, I could Google up a recipe, but I’d rather one of you point me toward a recipe you’ve used and like.
Speaking of food, damn you, Ali. That Paula Deen recipe you linked looks so damn good I have no choice but to make it, possibly even this weekend. My arteries curse you as well. And damn those of you who mentioned the banana pudding recipe, because I might have to make that as well. DAMN YOU ALL.
I left Big Lots, got home, did some laundry (since it was a bright and sunny day, why not hang the towels out to dry? Nothing I love more than using a towel that smells like sunshine.), stalked the cats (who were in the back yard) with the camera, filled the bird feeders, took a thousand pictures of cats and chickens, fed the chickens some cracked corn, and just puttered around the house.
Then I plunked my ass on the couch and watched TV while I cross-stitched.
A totally relaxing day. I love days like that!
(flickr) 9:13 am:
Momma: “What doin’, Skittyboo? What it do?”
Spanky: “Nothin’.”
(flickr) 11:22 am:
Momma: “What doin’, Skittyboo? What it do?”
Spanky: “NOTH. ING.”
(flickr) 12:55 pm:
Momma: “What doin, Skittyboo?”
Spanky: “Jesus goddamn motherfucking christ WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I’M DOING? DO I APPEAR TO BE LUNCHING WITH HILARY CLINTON AND DISCUSSING HER PLANS FOR HEALTH CARE? AM I SAVING A SMALL CHILD FROM A BURNING BUILDING? DO I LOOK LIKE I’M GIVING A PRESENTATION TO THE NATIONAL ACADEMY OF SCIENCE ABOUT STRING THEORY? I AM DOING NOTHING. NOTHING. NOTH. ING. I AM STROLLING AROUND THE BACK YARD TRYING TO ENJOY THE DAY AND YOU KEEP BABBLING GODDAMN NONSENSE AT ME, DEMANDING TO KNOW WHAT THE FUCK I’M DOING. DO YOU NOT HAVE ENOUGH TO DO? DO I NEED TO FIND SOMETHING FOR YOU TO DO? SHALL I WORK UP A MULTIPLE ROOM SHITTING SPREE? WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHAT? WHAT? NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY MISTER BOOGERS KEEPS TRYING TO RUN AWAY, IT’S TO ESCAPE THE CONTINUAL “What doin’? What doin’? What doin’?” LEAVE ME ALONE! GOD!”
(flickr) 1:38 pm:
Momma: “What doin’, Skittyboo? What it do?”
Spanky: “Please god, help me make it to and over the fence before her tiny little brain figures out what the hell I’m doing.”
Previously
2007: Who knew that Hellcats enjoy ripping eyeballs from your face and then batting them around the room?
2006: Yeah, one of those days.
2005: So sue me.
2004: Always.
2003: What keeps me sane.
2002: No entry.
2001: Plants.
2000: Translation: I’m going to get a gown that will cover your fat ass.