Author: Robyn

Later Well, we’re back from the concert. Around the time the second band was on their second or third song (the chorus sang in between the spud’s band and the second band), I leaned over to Fred and said "Let’s find the stage door, get her case, and get the hell out of here." Fred freaked out because I said "hell" in a crowded auditorium and he was afraid they’d lynch us for my blasphemy. Then he smirked and made a gesture like "You first", so I got up and headed for the door. We were in the car by 7:30, and I have to say that the hour of concert felt more like 3 hours. Thank god it’s over until the spring.]]>

Roses are Red (score! ’cause I want to read it too!) and me Dr. Death (score! I love me some Jonathan Kellerman, and Faye Kellerman too while I’m at it). We got to Fred’s mom’s house at 11:00 and were on the way home, yawning all the way, by 1:30. We didn’t watch The Practice last night, but we taped it and started watching it this afternoon. Fred spent the ENTIRE time making fun of Bobby and the way he says "CRRRAZY!" when he’s arguing with Richard Bay in court. Here, go check out the clip I made for y’all so you’ll know what I’m talking about. Fred’s impression is pretty damn funny. ]]>

Scary Movie this evening, figuring that it would be okay for the spud to watch with us. About three minutes in – when one character tells another he’d hoped to have his balls licked – we realized the error of our ways and turned it off. The spud is disappointed a tad, I think. A mid-week movie is rare, and since she’s only allowed to watch Animal Planet or the Discovery channel during the week, I’m sure she was looking forward to some excitement. Okay, Friends is going to be on soon, so I’m outta here. Catch y’all on the flip side.]]>

::gag::coughcoughcough::spit:: Sorry, but just as I began typing, I popped an Altoid in my mouth and it tasted like kitty litter. How do you know what kitty litter tastes like, you freakin’ sicko? Oh, hush up. When I dump clean litter in the box the resulting dust storm makes it’s way into my mouth and nose. By the way, that Altoid had a strong, burning aftertaste. If I wake up dead tomorrow, y’all know who to sue. I had to haul the spud to school this morning because she had a project due, and so by the time I was done exercising (though not outside, f’r the love o’ god, it was like 20 degrees out there, and about zero with the windchill) and cleaning the downstairs, it was after 11:00. I sat down on the bed with wrapping paper, boxes, tape, bows, tags, and gifts. Except for a 10-minute break at 1:00, I wrapped my little heart constantly until 4:30 when I was finally, finally done. I swear upon all that is bitchy I will wrap the presents AS I BUY THEM next year and not wait until I have huge piles all over the place. Wrapping a lot of presents just isn’t my idea of a good time, though that’s changed since I was a kid. Wrapping presents used to be my favorite part of the entire holidays. I guess that was before I got a job at a place where I had to wrap gazillions of presents during Christmas. Okay, I’m going to share one cute spud anecdote with y’all, and then I’m outta here. Last week, after I had cleaned the downstairs (including mopping with lemon-scented pine-sol), the spud got home from school. She walked through the door, looked around, sniffed once or twice, and said "Why does it smell lemony fresh down here?"]]>

A Map of the World, which I rented last Tuesday (Tuesdays being Movie Rental Day, as you know). Could Sigourney Weaver have been any more wooden? I think not. I haven’t read the book, but I get the definite feeling that the book must have been head and shoulders above the movie. At least, I hope so!
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retro-lunch (’80s music) on WZYP while I was running around today, and learned that guilty feet, in fact, have no rhythm. Just something you might want to keep in mind. Okay, look, I can’t stand it. I took some REALLY cute pictures of the cats (by which I mean, of course, "I took a lot of pictures of Miz Poo and maybe one picture of another cat"), and I must share them. I MUST, or my head will pop off. You understand, right? I know you do.

Checking something out from atop my monitor

Atop my monitor still.

In fact, all the pictures of her will be of her atop my monitor.

She was sound asleep and hanging on to the monitor for

dear life so she wouldn’t slip off

This box has been on the floor of the computer

room for about a week now, and every night Spanky lays

in it for hours and hours. I haven’t got the heart to throw it away.

Have a good weekend, y’all!

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So, Robyn, y’all are saying, get any Christmas shopping done today? Well, that’s a good question, it really is. I did go to Hallmark today to check out the pictures frames (and after seeing the prices on them, decided everyone could buy their own damn picture frames for the spud’s picture), bought a little pack of thank you cards, and then ran across the cutest little thing…

Isn’t it adorable? Can you see why I just had to have it for myself? And the candle is of the "Jack Frost" scent, which is very Christmas-y and minty smelling. It’ll go perfectly on the mantel. And while I’m babbling about adorable things, I got this in the mail yesterday…

It’s a Neutrogena sampler pack, with a handy-dandy cute little silver bag to hold everything. I don’t recall ordering it, but I’m sure I followed one of Heather’s Freebies ‘n Dealies links. I sure do love getting unexpected stuff in the mail. Speaking of the mail, I got a box from my parents in the mail today. I assume there’s a present in there, but since EVERY package they sent is taped to within an inch of it’s life, I have no fucking clue what’s in there. I’m thinking of going over to Redstone Arsenal and asking if there are any spare nuclear weapons laying around I could use to open the damn thing. Last week, I called Fred to ask or tell him something (I don’t remember what, obviously), and after a few remarks, he fell silent, only responding to what I said with sounds that clearly indicated he wasn’t really paying attention. Annoyed, I snapped "I’ll let you go, since you’re obviously elsewhere." A few minutes later, he sent me an email with a link, telling me that when I’d said that, he had been in the middle of reading an article about how men only listen with half their brains. Pretty funny, I thought.
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