American Express commercial with Shaun White came on, and Fred glanced up for a minute. He went back to whatever he was reading for a second, then looked up again.
He started laughing.
“I totally thought that was France McDormand!” he said.
No offense to the totally awesome Frances McDormand, but I can kinda see the resemblance.
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Do you see what I see?
How about now?
How about… now?
When I spotted Newt up in that tree, sound asleep, it startled me so badly – just because I wasn’t expecting to see that – that I gasped and went running outside. I guess I’ve forgotten that he’s a salty country cat who does things like climb trees and sleep up there without hurting himself.
I went out and spoke to him, and he got so happy that he started rolling around and purring, and I got worried that he’d fall out of the tree, so I came back inside. And he bounded down the tree with no problem whatsoever, and went along his merry way.
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This entry is going up later than usual today, because I spent this morning mowing the front and side lawn. It took me about two hours, and would have taken much longer, except that Fred got annoyed with how long the grass (and weeds) in the back yard had gotten and mowed the back and part of the side yard yesterday (well, he started the day before, but then blew a tire on the lawnmower, so had to get that fixed before he could do more mowing). If I’d had to mow the back yard as well as the front and side, I’d probably still be out there.
Down side to owning so much land: All the mowing. Not because I don’t like mowing (I do, except for the parts that are too steep for the riding mower, so I have to do those parts with the push mower, and it’s a pain in the ass), but because the mower’s so loud that I can’t listen to my iPod whilst mowing. In fact, the riding lawnmower is so loud I have to wear earplugs, which I’m sure makes me look HAWT.
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Fred’s gotten all the supplies to start the fence around the back yard. I’m beyond excited that our spoiled citified cats will be able to go outside soon – I know that Mister Boogers, for one, is just dying to get out there. I’m concerned that Maxi and Newt will feel slighted, since they’ll no longer be able to get into the back yard, but since they have the ENTIRE WORLD at their toes, I’m not going to feel too bad about blocking off a little bit for our cats to have for their own.
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Mister Boogers: “Look at her out there, all impressed with herself. She thinks she’s really SOMETHING, all ‘I get to run around outside and kill and eat squirrels if I want to! And I get to lay on this deck and you DON’T, ha ha!’ I HATE HER.”
Tommy: “::sigh:: I think she’s beauuuuuuuuuutiful.”
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Previously
2006: And I mean that “woohoo!” in a completely sincere and non-ironic way, which is a little sad, but whatEVERRRR.
2005: Did I really write a chapter about my sex life? Eek! What was I thinking?
2004: “YES! Yes, she’s sick! No, she’s not sleeping, she’s SICK, and SHE’S ABOUT TO DIE, NOW WOULD YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?!”
2003: No entry.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: It wasn’t until I said “I think she’s messed up in the head” that something clicked for her.]]>