SpoonsGirl showed up. I'm trying to get BadPickleGirl to come here. And HatGirl is a possibility. I need all the distractions I can get tonight.
Long John Silver's was closer.
Now that my cats have been fed, it's my turn to eat. I'm thinking Red Lobster.
I forgot to buy cat food last night. So now my cats are in the last throes
of starving to death, since they haven't eaten since about 6:00 PM.
This morning, I'm back to normal. What ever that means.
I certainly wanted to stay. I wanted to stay so we could bask in each
other's glory for a while. But, the invitation wasn't issued. That sucked.
I changed my mind. I walked four miles, but I need to write a blog entry, so
my garage will have to do without me tonight. It will get over it, I'm sure.
It's a really nice night. I'm going to take a long walk and then sit in my
garage with a Marzen and gaze at my navel.
They're out in full force tonight. Sometimes I hate this place. Good thing they always have such yummy beer.
Had Subway for dinner, and I'm already starving again.
I hate it when that happens. Even when I deserve it, but especially when I
don't deserve it.
10 minutes. That's all I'd need to prove my point.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock...
Now I'm wondering about two things. The thing from earlier this week has been joined by another, more vexing thing.
Did my good deed for the day, but I'm sure my impure thoughts negated any good karma I might have earned.
You know you're becoming an old woman when you start wearing blouses with patterns that could double as sofa-covers. You know you're becoming an old man when you start to find those blouses attractive, or at least acceptable.
Just killing time with a Fat Tire. I should be looking for a framing shop, but I think I know where one is.
I'm craving Skyline again. I'd rather combine going to Skyline in Louisville
with going to the Highland taproom across the street, but they don't even
open until 3:00. I don't know if I can hold out that long.
Wow, I slept for twelve hours. That was my intention when I went to bed last
night, but I didn't really expect that my phone would let me get away with
such an audacious plan. Now I'm mad at my phone because it did woo-hoo all
It was awesome to get to see SassyGirl, even though it was only for a couple of hours.
I'm wondering about something. As I've written before, wondering is bad and it must be killed with alcohol. Good thing I'm at Sportstime.
I'm definitely not bored.
It's just boring light rain. The radar lied to me!
Heard a clap of thunder, and so I looked at the radar. Now I'm in my garage hoping this storm is cool.
I've got a million things to do, and I can't decide where to start. Sitting
at my computer is not on the list.