My brain has been mush, so I'm just posting quick updates of this and that from the weekend. Sleep deprivation really sucks.
Tom and I had an unscheduled weekend together which was relaxing and definitely needed. We drove up north to the lululemon outlet and did our part to help the economy. (Although lululemon is a Canadian company, and I guess a lot of the clothes are made in China, but still shopping in our country keeps the sales people in business so that should count for something.) I bought quite a few items and Tom got a zip up. He was wearing his zip up around the house and as he was milling around the kitchen I noticed something...
(a closer look)
Of course every last sensor was removed from my purchases but not Tom's one item. He took the shirt into the garage and somehow managed to weed whack off the security tag. Great I just typed whack off. Bring on the pervs! Lord knows I got many interesting search words from last week's pussy willow post. I need to change gears.
My lap top officially died this weekend. I think it was due to facebook overload. Seriously need to limit my time on there. Going to start calling it crack book or even face crack. Or maybe I will start a support group for addicted facebookers (on facebook of course) but that may defeat the purpose. But it's been so great to reconnect with so many friends (and family too!) as well as stay in touch with those scattered about the world.
We took Wrigs for our usual Sunday walk and he pooped on the grounds of the Russian Consulate. Govno! (means shit in Russian - click here for other Russian swears. Perhot' podzalupnaya has me confused, it means "pee hole dandruff"- is there really such a thing and if so is there a shampoo for that - Pubes and Shoulders?) Anyway, we managed to pick up most of Wrig's govno but it was runny so there was still some bean soup left behind. Borscht!
I spent Friday with Karen looking at neighborhoods around Seattle. We came back to our house and since Chum is a serial killer, decided to keep him in our bedroom. He was making so much noise up there, at one point it sounded as though he was sawing through wood. When I went to check on him everything that had been on tabletops or dressers was knocked on the floor and the little monster pissed all over my favorite down vest. I transferred the seething beast into the laundry room and again more banging and clammering and then all of the sudden out walks Chumley. He managed to open a closed door. This cat drives me to drink. And tonight at dinner he swiped a huge piece of porkchop right off my plate and when I scolded him he slapped my hand and hissed so hard pork flew outta his mouth. Maybe I need to start a support group for owners abused by their cats. I can't be the only member. Maybe I could recruit the guy in this video?
Grocery shopping makes me crazy. I have to be in the right frame of mind otherwise it's a complete waste of time. If not armed with an organized list I'll spend an hour wandering the aisles with no sense of direction or purpose and return home with bananas, a box of Zatarain's and orange tic tacs. It's really frustrating because now I have to go back tomorrow. Unless I try and whip up a meal with those items.
We had the most incredible weather the last 10+ days. Today it started to shift, though still in the 60's, the clouds rolled in and so did a little rain. I haven't needed to wear a rain coat in a while and I love my rain coat so today while putting it on I started to sing "Don't cha wish you had a rain coat like me?" I made up a whole song, complete with arm movements and leg kicks but right now I am too tired to sing and dance.