Sorry I'm late. I had the NERVE to try to recycle 14 photos on my desktop and you can imagine the 40 dramatic fits my computer had. I'm like Mr. McGee from the Raspberry Beret song. I don't like this computer's kind, because it's a bit too leisurely.
Who is eagerly awaiting her credit card? So she can TOSS THIS COMPUTER INTO HOT FLAMES? As opposed to cold flames.
Also, I love the political correctness of having a recycle bin on your computer instead of just a trash can. You aren't RECYCLING anything. You're throwing it away. Good gravy.
Have I made utterly no sense so far in this post? Sorry.
I love how you can see my purse behind this poor headless woman. Maybe her head is in there.
I really have lost my head a little, though. This morning I knew I was out of cans of kitten food and Sterling/Cooper were gonna be PISSED, but what I also didn't realize was I was dangerously low in crunchy food. Who was setting herself up to be murdered by her own pet family? It was gonna be like that really good show about people who have dumb pets, like bears or venomous snakes, and the story always ends with the stupid person not showing up to work, and all they find are a few Hello Kitty earrings and some hair.
Do you know what I really need, now that my freelance money has come in and I do not have to live on $10 as I was doing last week? I need actual cat-and-dog-food bowls. Edsel ate both of his, and the cats knocked their cute yellow and blue flower bowls to the ground and broke them, and really why do I feed these useless animals? Maybe I'll go on Etsy and try to find unchewable, unbreakable bowls.
In other news, my uncle Bill came to town last night, and no, I am not Buffy or Jody.
I am, however, totally Sissy. Anyway, he is here for a conference, and what could be more exciting than a conference? Why do they have conferences? Does anyone ever like them? Or want to be at them? Or find them rewarding?
Nevertheless, here he is. I made him go to the Vietnamese restaurant in my neighborhood, and oddly, every single time I have been there I have sat at this same table. I was just there the other day with Daniel Boone. At this table. I in fact emailed this photo to D Boone last night, because it is necessary he be kept abreast of my every move. So to speak.
Anyway it was fun to see Uncle Bill. It's always fun to see one of my relatives NOT at a family function, because you may be surprised to hear this but my family tends to talk a lot, and all at the same time, and about 30% of what you say gets heard, and my point is we could actually speak to each other last night like normal people.
Uncle Bill can make many good sound effects, and he kept meowing like a cat and oh! Did my dogs ever tilt their heads when he did it. "Dis guy. He cat or man person?" They were baffled.
I never said I had genius dogs.
Oh! And finally, I put my Latisse on last night! Miss Doxie emailed me my whole bag of cosmetics, thank all that is holy and merciful, and you can imagine how I did not stampede to the Latisse at all. How do I look? Are my lashes luxurious yet? Are you having trouble reading this with my lashes in the way?
That made no sense. As opposed to the rest of this sensical post.
Okay, goodbye. Am gonna do stupid Insanity workout tonight so wish me luck. I hope my eyelashes don't bend on the floor during the push-up portion of the evening.