1. Comet and his friend, Einstein, are happily playing a video game in the next room. They.Are.So.Loud. What the hell was I thinking when we bought this open plan house! Why didn't I hold out for a basement rumpus room? My aching head. Sitting outside in the pouring rain is looking mighty attractive. Or maybe I could go sit out in the van...
2. I saw a commercial at the gym today. I didn't have my headphones, so I only got the visuals, but basically it showed this woman in the grocery store looking for something. It turned out to be her two young children who were running amok in the produce section. The next scene is the same woman walking into the house as her small daughter drops a water balloon from upstairs and it splatters next to her small son who is watching TV. It was an ad for an I.U.D.
3. We planted some pumpkin seeds a couple of weeks ago and they are taking over the world. I am having a gardening service come and till a pumpkin patch and it can't happen too soon!
4. Yesterday, my friend and neighbor asked me how I would feel about having animals in our rather large, currently unused dog pen. Livestock. Have I mentioned my formative years spent in close proximity to our bovine friends? She wants to go in on a miniature cow with a couple of people and share the milk. I looked miniature cows up on the internet and they are soooo cute, I would kiss one if it was standing in my kitchen right now. However, livestock is work. There's the poop, and with the poop come the flies. Then comes the milking of the cow and I couldn't help think of a friend who milked her goats and when she strained the milk, there were all these hairs and ickies in the strainer afterward. And what about pasteurization? (I'm a wimp that way.) And cows can get sick and wouldn't it be lonely? Then you would need two. Also, would it "moo" very early in the morning, because I'm not down with that. So no tiny, adorable, sweet little cow in my dog pen. I hope my friend gets a miniature cow and finds a place to put it in the neighborhood so that I can kiss it and give it carrots (or whatever they like). I admire my friend's creative ideas and pioneer spirit, but face it, if I had lived in the 1800's, I would have been the first pioneer buried 'longside the trail. "It was her either her tonsils or the fact that she hadn't bathed in a month that did ol' Gusta in," the hardier pioneers would recall as the shucked and milked and sowed.
4. Today, I had a fortuitous meeting with Impasta and two other friends at the local Panera and joined them for a chat. It was like getting an unexpected present!
5. We are storing our lawnmower in the garage and the stink of the gas and oil that is coming through the laundry room door is nauseating. Maybe *that* can go in the dog pen!
That's it.
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