Well, we were going to go down to the ranch today to check out how badly it’s flooding (flood stage is 28 feet, current stage is 40 feet), but I slept really late so we ended up staying home. To atone for my laziness, we went and joined a health club this evening. They’re going to pump… (clap) me up!
Tonight we’re going out to eat at Castle Hill Cafe. I’ve never been there but I’ve been meaning to go for years. Check out the menu. Looks delish.
Here’s the newest hit from a search engine:
And for the record, I don’t have any pictures of Salma Hayek nude. And yes, it is Salma and not Selma. I’ve learned this, in the last few weeks.
I am the Rokusaburo Michiba-san of bargain shopping.
Walmart:
13 pairs panties for 2 yo.
1 shirt for 2 yo.
2 shirts for hub
3 pairs satin pajama bottoms for me.
6 shirts for me.
5 shirts for me.
= 30 items for $127.84
making that a grand total of $4.26 per item. Including tax.
Uh, yeah, so about that drinking thing. We went to a bar (Fadó, if you must know) and had one Guinness each and some food. Then a damn bum came and asked me for change and I said no and he said, “Hey, man, why are you in such a bad mood?” To which I replied that I just said no, for heaven’s sake, but a few steps later I thought up the stunning retort of, “Hey, man, why are you a damn beggar?” and hub and I regaled ourselves quoting American Psycho (“Well, Al, why don’t you get a fucking job? You reek of shit!”) to each other and I decided that I was going to tell the next beggar to feed me a stray cat, only there weren’t any more beggars.
The kids are in Houston, and we’re going drinking, dammit.
Would you like a communion wafer with that? Or don’t Baptists use the wafer? Anyway, a big ol’ Baptist church in Houston opened a McDonalds in the church.
“Do not use intimately.” and other stupid warning labels.
Are you a survivor? Take the quiz and find out.
Richie has an itchie down his pants. Help him scratch it.
Anti-fur activists go on rampage, destroy fur. Only it’s fake fur.
What’s your Blogwhore quotient? Mine’s 25-49%.
What’s your nerd quotient? Mine’s 42.40%.
I just finished Neverwinter Nights. Good game! Now I’m going to have to download some modules.
Hub went upstairs to make us all sandwiches. He got his chicken salad made just the way he liked it. At this point the 2 year old decided it was naptime, so hub took her upstairs to put her to bed. He came back to the kitchen to find the cat eating his chicken salad. Hub then threw away said chicken salad in a fit of pique. And he’s threatening to pull off the cats’ legs.
About the cat. He’s 12 years old, anemic, hyperthyroid, and has kidney failure. I have to give him subcutaneous fluids nightly, plus 3 pills and a vitamin syrup. The poor guy has been on this nasty low protein special catfood for the past couple of years to control his renal failure. Can you blame the poor guy for trying to score some chicken salad?
I can understand introducing an HIV positive muppet to Sesame Street in Africa, but why the US? Seems like there are much more common illnesses here that kids have.
For the safety of those on the airplant, America West removes a passenger who asked if the pilots are sober. No, really.
Candace Bushnell, creator of Sex and the City, gets married. Who wants to get in on the divorce pool?