So, since y’all know a lot about a lot, tell me this: air purifiers. Are they worth it, or just a waste of money? The amount of dust that gets kicked up every time I scoop the litter boxes is appalling, and Fred’s convinced I’m going to die of lung cancer because of all the litter dust I inhale every day. If air purifiers do a decent job of, y’know, purifying the air, I’d put one in the laundry room and another one upstairs. But given that they’re pretty expensive, I’d rather hear what y’all have to say about them before I seriously consider bringing one or two of them home.
What I love about selling stuff on eBay (which I don’t do very often) is when you list something with a very reasonable “buy it now” price. And then someone thinks they can get it for less than the “buy it now”, so they start bidding at 99 cents. And then, in the end, the highest bid is invariably a buck or two more than the “buy it now” was. LOVE IT when that happens!
Over the weekend, we watched Top Gun, which was first released something like 24 years ago. If you were wondering, the movie doesn’t age all that well – the cocky pilots and navigators with their smart-ass comments comes across as incredibly cheesy these days. However, you get to see Tom Cruise, Val Kilmer, and many other young and hot Hollywood hunks running around without shirts on, and that’s always worth sitting through the cheesy dialogue and horrific 80s hair.
Speaking of hair, I do not believe that the Navy would have allowed one of their hotshot pilots to sport hair of this altitude. Seriously, how’d he get all that in the helmet? (But good GOD, wasn’t he young and pretty?)
The part of the movie I had forgotten about is after the accident, when Maverick is standing in the bathroom running his hand through the sink of water, and Viper comes in and is all “It happens. Get over it.” I was yelling “Yeah, Maverick, it’s been at LEAST a couple of hours! Stop wallowing in your grief! Get over it! Move on!” Jeez.
Also, I don’t get the Kelly McGillis appeal – but Meg Ryan, back before she got all that plastic surgery? ADORABLE.
Also also, I guess Hollywood actors went to veneers and super-brightening their teeth at some point AFTER Top Gun was released. Kelly McGillis’s teeth were kind of gray – and Tom Cruise had teeth that looked like teeth instead of big blocky square Chicklet teeth. Although, I don’t actually remember what Tom Cruise’s teeth look present day, at the moment – is he one of the few who hasn’t gone with veneers?
We also watched The Dark Half because Fred is rereading a lot of Stephen King lately, which makes him want to see movies that are based on the books. The Dark Half wasn’t bad. I’ve certainly seen worse – and of course I liked seeing Timothy Hutton and Amy Madigan looking 12 years old. (Fred dislikes Amy Madigan because he says she looks “mean.” ::rolling my eyes:: )
It’s only now, when the Brady Bunch kittens are constantly racing around like they’ve been slurping up those energy drinks instead of water, that I realize how poorly they must have been feeling last week and the week before. They’re actually playing, like the super-playful kittens they are, instead of wanting to just sit in my lap and be petted. Now, they make a petting pit stop for a few seconds before they’re off chasing each other around the room.
(Cindy, however, prefers to just sit in my lap and smack at the other cats as they race by. She cracks me UP.)
I was trying to get a shot of all six of them (except I don’t know where Bobby wandered off to). Left to right: Greg, Peter, Marcia, Cindy, Jan.)
Can’t tell that I was wildly waving a cat toy over my head so they’d look in my direction, can you?
The best thing about this room: when it’s sunny, the sun comes in through the windows from about mid-morning to mid-afternoon. Here, all six of them were piled up on the cat tree platform, asleep in the sun.
You can’t necessarily see all their little faces, but trust me – all six are there!
Trying to figure out what I’m doing.
Bobby haz a complaint. Now there’s a shocker!
Note that Cindy’s had quite enough of this, and escapes through the hole in the platform.
Enough cats, you think? On the steps, Joe Bob and Newt. Next to the steps, Jake. Further out in the yard, Sugarbutt and Elwood.
Previously
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: I’m a Grinch, and not only a Grinch, but a LAZY Grinch who doesn’t want to have to pick shit up all the time.
2006: I need a vacation, is what I need.
2005: When and if – and I mostly mean “when” – these two break up, I hope there’s a lot of interesting drama.
2004: It’s now my goal to make him CRY when he tries the next batch of chick peas.
2003: “What the FUCK? That is my BUTT you’re sniffing. And it TICKLES.”
2002: $4.49 for a freakin’ book? What the hell are they wrapping it with, gold?
2001: Is that a sex thing?
2000: Damn, isn’t Christmas here yet?
1999: Someone shoot me and put me out of my fucking misery, won’t you?