Despite the Arctic Haboob I am still alive and well, I just haven’t felt like writing.
However, whenever Facebook alerts me that I’ve gotten 15 HITS on my page (woot!) I wonder if a having detailed account of my drunken exploits at the top of my blog is the best thing.
I mean, shouldn’t we ease into that getting-to-know-you thing?
My dad (HI DAD) wanted to know if there was any unpleasant fall-out from my Halloween exploits, other than what I wrote about.
Not really, only people kept sending me pictures like this:
And everyone keeps bringing up The Fantastic Mr. Fox when all I want to do is forget about it.
All I can say is that I relate very much to this old print I uncovered in our guest room.
I like it. I think I’ll hang it up.
And look what else I discovered in the guest room?
I think it will go wonderfully in the Ugly Dog Room (AKA my living room, or pole room).
The only other things to come from Halloween was a righteous case of self-loathing from a Twix binge that led me to spend too much time on the stair machine …
And much to the dismay of Loony and the boys, I resorted to a desperate measure …
It took four fucking days for health conscious Boulder to kill the bowl, and they left all the Milky Ways!
The other thing is that my jaw has been aching like a mo-fo. I happened to have an appointment with my dentist and he told me that I’ve ground through the gold layer of my 2 year-old crown.
So I’ve been sleeping with a mouth guard and I quit caffeine last week. Good times.
I’ve been laying low and trying not to get into trouble. Focus on the family and all that.
I’m trying not to Force French anyone these days. It’s a strictly Halloween activity unless you are a cat …
And taking pictures of me and the dog.
The weather is horrible right now but I managed to find a silver lining.
That Fucking Cat has been stalking the door and trying to get out AT ALL TIMES. Go right ahead.
Yeah, I think she’s going to be an indoor cat after all.
Plus, she has so much to do inside. Who has time for going out?
Blue wants to go out, too. It’s inexplicable given that it is 10 degrees out and he has almost no hair, but he’s very persuasive.
I finally caught him making this gross noise on video. He will smack his lips, drool, burp and do this at my bedside until I take him out.
Yep, it’s clean living for me (for now). I’m in the midst of a BIG ORGANIZATION PROJECT but Harmy pointed out to me that I am always in the middle of a big organization project. So it goes.