Pour champan-ya in my face once....shame on you...
pour champan-ya in my face twice....shame on me.
The view from 'ere is...intoxicating.
*Ok, sorry, I've recovered from my Christopher Walken on SNL turretts. *can't. stop. lauging.* Which is never good when one is sitting at her desk supposedly "working." I mean, orders are never hilarious. Ever. And if I ever start finding them funny, someone needs to commit my ass.
Shwoo. Ok. I'm ok now. (breathing) Alrighty then. I can happily report that the food trick seems to be working (knock on plastic).
Of course it looks ridiculous and is kind of a pain in the ass, but it's a hell of a lot better than cleaning up and breathing pee.
Unfortunately, I have absolutly no knitting to report. This week has been a hell world. Tonight Angie and I are driving down to Provo to play a show at Starry Night. I want to, but I don't want to, if you get my drift. It's sad, but I'm really starting to feel "my age" at least physically. I mean, my thighs and arms are still smarting from the couch/ futon lugging experience. I just can't stay up and partay like I used to. A good night for me is when I'm in bed by 10:30. I bet I would make 19 year old me sick.
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Oh I love that Christopher Walken! That's awsome that the food bowl trick is working. I can't believe he peed on it the very first night it was there. Well, I can believe it actually, he's a cat. Queen Frey actually peed on the heat vent right in front of me last night, lovely. Now when the heat comes on it smells like burnt piss. I tried cleaning it with vinegar, so I hope that works. Laters, HoTep
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