Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Odds 'N' Ends

An actual conversation at the bar the other night between me and some guy I didn't know:

SGIDK: "How was the skiing today?"

Me: "I didn't go."

SGIDK: "Well, what the hell happened to your hair then?"

And one between me and the Live Acorn the other day as I was showing her this blog:

LA: "Cool! How many followers do you have?"

Me: "ummm ... one, I think."

LA: (pausing just long enough to communicate how truly pathetic she thinks I am) "Oh."

The fog this morning was pretty darn cool, except for the hordes of undead zombies roaming the streets in search of human flesh upon which to feast. That part sucked.


I discovered that my bad psycho-dog gets really freaked out when she's on the bed and you move your hand under the bedspread toward her. I mean REALLY freaked out, like jumping 3 feet in the air freaked out. I've gone from telling her to get off the bed to actually encouraging her to get up there just so I can do it. I hope it's true that all dogs go to heaven, so there won't be any where I wind up to exact their revenge.

1 comment:

Pick-a-lilly said...

I did not know that Indy was such a weenie(though now that I think about it, it makes sense). I do that to Little Kitty and he pounces and attacks my hand as if it is the last scrap of food on earth!

Maybe I should feed him more than once a week?