Stuff, and gloating
Apr. 2nd, 2006 08:38 pmOxford.
Bah.
My husband just wandered in with apillowcase very large bag of steaming popcorn. I was extremely tempted to say, Dude! in a reproving tone, but could not quite bring myself to do so. (I'm just too English.)
We spent the day at Pa-in-law's place. I did my best to persuade him that he doesn't *have* to 'work' all his waking hours and worry about what needs doing through half the night, but not at all to my surprise I did not succeed. I can't help but make the attempt, but he's never going to change. Oh well. Before we left the house this morning, the Pestilent Cat obligingly regurgitated her breakfast right by the sitting room door, just where the mess would be spread across the carpet if anyone opened the door. Good thing there was some kitchen paper on our side of the door, eh?
Musing: sudoku wrong, evil and addictive. Wastes nearly as much time as Photoshop, though (unlike Photoshop) can be done on loo.





I may (whisper it, friends) have overdosed on Lance Bass icons last week, as he was the subject of *three* different ones. Meep.
Bah.
My husband just wandered in with a
We spent the day at Pa-in-law's place. I did my best to persuade him that he doesn't *have* to 'work' all his waking hours and worry about what needs doing through half the night, but not at all to my surprise I did not succeed. I can't help but make the attempt, but he's never going to change. Oh well. Before we left the house this morning, the Pestilent Cat obligingly regurgitated her breakfast right by the sitting room door, just where the mess would be spread across the carpet if anyone opened the door. Good thing there was some kitchen paper on our side of the door, eh?
Musing: sudoku wrong, evil and addictive. Wastes nearly as much time as Photoshop, though (unlike Photoshop) can be done on loo.





I may (whisper it, friends) have overdosed on Lance Bass icons last week, as he was the subject of *three* different ones. Meep.
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Date: 2006-04-03 06:29 pm (UTC)My cat is going crazy.
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Date: 2006-04-03 06:53 pm (UTC)What did he say?? *feels very curious*
My cat is going crazy.
Is she now. *feels slight trepidation but asks anyway* What is she doing?
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Date: 2006-04-03 09:41 pm (UTC)Nothing much, sorta "don't worry, little ferret" and lots of affectionate nonsense.
The crazy cat, who should be dignified at nearly eleven, hurtled up to the top of the sofa, leaped across the room, scrambled up to the other end of the room, and ran around for a while as though she was trying to kill something. There was nothing here. Then, she hid. Very prudent.