We're heading to Vermont tomorrow, at the crack of dawn. Check nobadkitty.blogspot.com for our schedule :)
As many of you know, it poured here for several days. Water spewing out of sewers, teens swept away in raging creeks, metro stations flooded-- the whole shebang.
I really thought my garden would rot. Yesterday, after it cleared, I went out and found the poppies a bit battered-- but the dogs like to poop on them, so that wasn't new-- and everything else-- well, thriving. Weeds, basil, sunflowers, and all.
Somehow, despite my application of DEET-containing repellent, I got bitten multiple times. Which didn't surprise me so much, other than the fact that I was wearing pants and either one got down them or one bit me through the pants THREE TIMES on my bumcheek.
Someone made a huge mistake when they built DC on a swamp.
I made a kickass creamy roasted garlic soup over the weekend. Cleaned us all right out. Epicurious.com for the recipe (just type in garlic soup).
Why do people like blocking out the light so much? I hate blinds. Blinds are invented by the D-man. There's a store near us that gives you in-store financing so that you cann afford the blinds of your choice. Going into debt for blinds. That's like taking out a loan to buy trashy magazines. Just leave the windows alone, people. Back away from the blinds.
My cubicle neighbor and I sit next to wall-to-ceiling windows that look out over a fairly picturesque street. I have total control over one blind, he has total control over another, and the one between us we fight over, but in really subtle ways. When he's out, I pull that bad baby all the way up. When he comes back, he lowers it half-way but keeps the slats open, and then when I go out for lunch, I return to find it closed and down.
Scrubs (the show)
Now, who thinks this is funny?
J.D. is somehow lying on the ground, prone at the feet of the girl he has a major crush on. They're supposed to go on a date that night. One of the ways the shows' creators try to convince us that they're perfect for each other is they both say "zoom, zoom, zoom" after they say something cutting.
Him: lying prone.
Her: "See you at seven-- and wear something slutty! zoom, zoom, zoom."
Its magnificance has not palled, even though I repeat it to K. daily. Man, I love Scrubs.
Something intellectual, because we are supposed to wonder here, after all:
Scratching my ear--
Oh, I dunno. Have a happy 4th, chickens.
According to Alexe, I have a new girlfriend.
3 weeks ago