Small Talk

I don't have anything interesting to say today, but since I don't let that stop me any other day here goes...

Sometimes I feel really bad for Belle. The other sheep don't like her because she herds them and she spends all her time at the gate yelling for us to come get her or with Joe and Molly and so she probably thinks she's a bony old man horse, an ill-tempered spotted mule or a fat lady in pajamas. The way I figure, since there aren't any mirrors in nature you just assume you look like what you see. Poor Baby Belle, we're going to need to find her a good analyst.



My dogs have fleas and we're all going crazy. Supposedly there's some kind of flea drop shortage in this country and all the stores that have it are charging a bazillion dollars for it so I ordered some online for HALF the price and got free shipping but we have to wait three to five days for it to get here. I feel sorry for the boys, but I feel sorry for me too.



Is election season almost over and can that sh!t get ANY crazier?

I want (6) to paint the entire interior of the house. Right now it's all panelling which I'm sure was stunning  at some point in time, but I'm really ready for some taupe walls with white trim. Just sayin.



Last night I made my favorite dinner in the whole world. I could eat it every night and I would too if I didn't live with a bunch of nellies who insist on meal time variety. I should have taken a picture because it truly is a sight to behold. Here's the link to my world famous trailerpark chicken and rice.

Ummmm, so, ok, I think that about wraps things up for today. I need to go get on with my fabulous life of laundry and trying to beat Kathy Stiller's high score in Bejeweled.

See ya tomorrow.