See something on the floor? Sit on it.
Big thanks to reader Jennyfer in Kansas, who bought The Millionaires off of my wish list. Thank you, Jennyfer!
Damn, but it’s getting cold out again. This better not affect the growth of my daffodils, damnit, or I’ll be giving Mother Nature a piece of my mind! That reminds me – I need to order Gladiolus and lily bulbs. I wasn’t supposed to plant those last fall, was I?
Robyn, the Ace Gardener, yes indeedy.
Friday Five:
1. Have you ever had braces? Any other teeth trauma? I had braces for about a year (I think) when I was in 3rd grade. My main memory of them was that I had to have them tightened the DAY before Thanksgiving, and what happens after they tighten your braces, is that you wake up the next morning with some seriously sore teeth, and it hurts to eat. I wasn’t a happy camper.
Shortly before I got braces, I was at the base pool, and managed to smack my front teeth on the cement at the side, chipping one of them. It was small enough so that the dentist could grind the edge of my tooth until it was straight, and you can’t tell the difference.
2. Ever broken any bones? Nope, never – which is amazing, considering what a godawful klutz I am.
3. Ever had stitches? I had stitches on the incision under my right knee (after I had a tumor removed from my leg) and on my c-section after I had the spud.
4. What are the stories behind some of your [physical] scars? I have a scar on my right index finger. I was hauling wood at my parents’ house when I was 13 or 14, using my father’s ancient riding lawnmower and a trailer attached to the back. I glanced back to see that the trailer was coming toward me at a fast rate – I was going down a hill – and put my hand back to slow it down. The trailer smashed my finger flat. It hurt like hell, and I probably needed a stitch or two, but when my mother came home from work and I told her about it, she snarled "Oh, JESUS CHRIST, Robyn!" and stomped into the house, which I took as a sign that she wasn’t up for a trip to the doctor.
On my left ankle, the outer part, I have a 2-inch scar caused by shaving. I was 15 or so, sitting in the tub with an apparently dull razor, and ripped off a big hunk of skin. I was more interested in the piece of skin than in pain, but it took forever for the wound to heal.
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend? As usual – sitting on my ass, watching the occasional movie, and reading. I love weekends.
Okay. I know you’re DYING for more cat pictures, and who I am I to deny you the pleasure? So I’ll share a few more with y’all, and then call it an entry.
Fancypants laying on the couch looking like a dead thing.
Another attempt at a Miz Poo/ Robyn picture. Damn I love that cat.