Whizzy

That weekend dun did WHIZZED on by, dinnit? Is...is it Monday again already? Why am I always asking that question? I should KNOW by now, shouldn't I? Weekends are NEVER long enough, even when they're five days long.

So the weekend was spent pretty much as pictured above...if the dog were a couch, that is. Ron and I are so good at being lazy. Although we did manage to get some things done. I did some of my compulsive cleaning, of course. With all these pets I just can't let a weekend go by without at least a little vacuuming and dusting. Plus, I finally got to that thick build-up of dust on the ceiling fan blades in the bedroom. Yay. WHAT an accomplishment! Ron sorted through his huge pile 'o mail and changed his trucks oil. We also made it to the grocery store (I love it when we go together, makes the task so much more tolerable) and to T@rget for some other crap we'd been putting off getting. We were going to catch a movie but just never got to it. We went home and lumped around instead.

Isn't that just inbelieveably exciting? Couldn't ya just SHIT? I know, this blog is simply fascinating, isn't it? All the constant DRAMA! Haha...heh. Hee. *Yawn* Well you should know, if you don't already 'cause it's probably pretty damn obvious, that I just write whatever the fuck spills over the brim of my brain. Whutever pops up. No drafts here! This is the real deal! I never plan anything! Ah, speaking of planning, I HAVE to figure out whether I want a traditional church wedding or if I want to just have to ceremony at the reception site. I have to do this soon because my mom and all the other clucking chickens (women) in my family are saying it's gotta get done sOoN!!! EeeEeEeeehhh!!!! I have to PLAN??! Shit!

Hmmm, any other news I can blather on about? Ah yes, Melanie had a date yesterday. It's been a little while since she's had a boyfriend and she hasn't had much of an opportunity (or selection of decent men) to date so I was very happy to hear the news. I have yet to find out how it went. It was a lunch date and she was going to call me last night to tell me about it. I didn't hear from her so I'm hoping that's a good thing. I'm simply going to have to call her tonight and find out all the juicy details, I guess. I probably won't write about ALL the details...if I even remember to write about it at all...me being so spur of the moment in here.

This week I'll be cat sitting for my brother Steve again. He's spending the week up north and needs me to keep on eye on his little black kitty, Frankie. Steve wants me to spend a couple of nights there with kitty, just so he continues to be secure in the fact that there is always someone 'at the 'ol homestead' for him and to encourage him to get his little black ass home and off the streets. Ugh...outdoor cats! But it wouldn't be fair to keep the poor guy inside full time because Steve's place is tiny and Frankie was a stray before he chose my brother to buy food for him and shed all over. I don't mind helping out when it comes to the little hair mans...even when they cost a fortune at the vet, shed all over the furniture, puke on the carpet, shit in the kitchen, walk on your face at 4:30 a.m. and especially when they tip over the glass of water sitting RIGHTNEXT to the dirty ashtray spilling a WET pile of ashes onto the carpet. Just like children, they make it all worthwhile in the end. Mmm-hmm...that they do.

With that, I think it's time to get back to work. It's a slow day and I need to get to the put-off pile. I'll probably post a little later with some links to the past. Bye for now....