*Would you like to be invited to my next BBQ?*
My god I think I’ve just created the worlds ugliest login page! I wonder if there are awards for this crap, or if I’ve just gotten sun stroke or something. Really nice day out. If I didn’t have so much crap to do, it would have been THE day for seeing how many times I could cram in seeing Star Wars at the movies. James thought of it first.. not me. I’ve done away with his evil-self, though. He’s frying at the pool, enjoying a last day before work.
Feeling.. “flappy” today. Not sure how to define the “flappy” I feel, just liking the word. The word suits my mood. Insanity. yeah.
Got my granny glasses today! w00t!
Uh-oh. I think I hear the sound of a fried boyfriend returning home. COULD be maggs… COULD be some industrious cat who finally figured out the door. Must go investigate.
schlemaggle has made a Comment
if it were indeedy me, i’d have had to be up at like, 4:30 *A*m.
and neither of those cats has the brains enough to figure out a mechanism so complex as the door. first, sam needs to learn how to work the marvel that is the self-feeding dispenser.
*blech*.
45 minutes.
May 16, 2002 @ 8:45 am
flerly has made a Comment
Well, I knew it was the fried boyfriend, but when I’m in the “flappy” mood, I like to speculate on the cat’s working together to get free.
May 16, 2002 @ 8:56 am
schlemaggle has made a Comment
what happened to being all “lagniappe”?
May 16, 2002 @ 8:58 am
flerly has made a Comment
The lagniappe was just the “little something extra” that came with my flappy mood.
May 16, 2002 @ 9:00 am
schlemaggle has made a Comment
crap! you’re going to get me in deep poo-poo.
trying to hold my laughter in as not to disrupt office happenings, i just gave way to a muffled little *snort*…a little lagniappe from my laffing.
May 16, 2002 @ 9:21 am