Those of you who asked, Fred’s book will also be available via Barnes and Noble in the next few days, in case you have a Nook instead of a Kindle. If you have neither, you can download Kindle for PC from Amazon and read it on your PC, or you can download Kindle for iPod Touch, and if you have a smartphone you can more than likely download the Kindle App for your smartphone. I myself have a Kindle, the Kindle app on my iPod Touch AND the Kindle App on my phone.
(And I still have a bookcase full of real live books and hadn’t touched my Kindle in about two months ’til Fred wanted to see what No Limit looks like on the Kindle, whereupon I had to charge it because it died from heartbreak over being ignored for months on end..)
Anyway, No Limit on the Kindle is here, it’s in the sidebar to the right, and when it’s available on Barnes & Noble, I’ll share that with you, too!
I’m all about the service, y’know.
I got my raised bed veggies planted yesterday, but when Fred went out to till the garden, he reported that it was still way too wet, and he wasn’t going to be able to till it. So I moved the box of seed onions and garlic off the bookcase in the computer room where the smell has been driving me nuts (they smell really really good – I love me some onions and garlic!) and put it in the hall closet. Maybe next weekend I’ll be able to get them planted. I hope so, anyway.
Yesterday was a crappy day where I dropped every damn thing I touched. Twice. I killed off five eggs while trying to scramble two for my breakfast (picked up two, dropped them. Picked up two more, dropped them. Picked up two more, dropped one. GRRRR.) and another couple while trying to crack one open for Alice (she likes egg yolks, but I wouldn’t let her slurp up the ones I dropped, because with the way my day was going, she’d have slurped up an eggshell fragment and choked to death on it).
I meant to do some organizing – the closets in this house desperately need some attention – but in the end, all I could manage for the day was to watch the season premiere of the NYC Housewives, spent a lot of time watching the kittens alternately sleep and squirm around, and lay on my bed and read for a while.
It was the kittens that made me feel better. They always do, even if I don’t touch them (if they’re sleeping soundly, I try not to touch them, because it gets ’em all riled up) and just sit and watch them sleep.
Today’s dumb question regards grill pans. Do they really cook food any differently than cooking it in a flat pan? Because I’m trying to determine whether I want to put my energy into desperately wanting a grill pan or not.
What say ye?
The movies. First, Fergus Simon McMao enjoys a belly rub, oh yes he does.
And second, your daily dose of McMao squirming and wide-eyed amazement.
“Don’t judge me.”
The feet up in the air will forever kill me dead.
The princess always sleeps hard.
Considering what to do next.
COMPLAINT: acquired. SHARING OF COMPLAINT: in progress.
That girl is always right in the middle of the pack. The better to rule her kingdom from, I suppose.
Last night I took the kittens out of the McMao Cave to weigh them. The heaviest McMao is Declan at 9 1/2 ounces. The lightest is Macushla at 8 3/4 ounces.
When I see what these kittens weigh at 9 days old, it gives a new spin to the fact that when we got Beulah, who was (I believe) 4 or 5 weeks old, she only weighed 8 ounces.
That’s her on the far left there, next to her normal-sized siblings.
Kind of amazing, isn’t it?
And a bonus: my favorite picture of her litter, with Beulah in the middle:
Note to self: when the McMaos are eating solid food, be sure to get a shot like this!
Newt in the cat bed (well, DOG bed really) on my bed. I had forgotten that when the weather gets warm (and it’s been in the 80s recently), Newt likes to spend his days sleeping on my bed, and his nights roaming.
Previously
2010: (We call him “Creepy Cousin Spanky” when he acts like that.)
2009: No entry.
2008: If you see my bottle of Feliway, please send it home. Thankyew.
2007: “If a fluffy black cat prances across the yard, goes upstairs and shits on the carpet, could you give us a call?”
2006: “Hmm,” I said, like that meant something to me.
2005: Just because the fuckers are talking to me doesn’t mean I’m obligated to listen to their bullshit, does it?
2004: Hey, you know how I always say Ben Affleck has a humongous noggin?
2003: No entry.
2002: Apparently the Committee for Deciding Who is Hellbound was meeting in the waiting room.
2001: “Jesus has arrived in Madison,” he said nonchalantly.
2000: Now that, my friends, is wickedly fast.