Tortellini & V8

I still haven’t located where my emerging taste for broccoli went off and escaped to over the yearend holidays, so I go for the far tastier V8 to accompany my cheese tortellini with tomato sauce.

Cage Cleaning

Semi-lazy day of spoiling myself through the middle of a 3-day weekend, with tomorrow a government holiday for Presidents’ Day.

Chores today include vacuuming all downstairs carpets, cleaning up my nightstand and bathroom sink areas, and cleaning out Gertie’s bird cage.

Bissell Candidate

Guest Blogger Kitty – My people have nominated me to be an MVP candidate for the Bissell political party, which promises to eliminate all the pet hair WMDs to make the world safe for breathing. You can see how excited I am about the opportunity for political office. Yeah yeah. But if you want to vote for me in the primaries, you can fill in one of those absentee ballots over at this link by Tuesday, February 19. One vote per person, please – this ain’t like those other nasty campaigns I keep seeing cluttering up the TV set worse than any ol’ hairball.

almost caught up

i phoned you to let you know i’d caught up with all th major bills, only had $1,200 left to go, all on those new internet accounts i’d signed up for, and i should have contacted them at th start and curtailed it back to just one account, but no problem, i’d have that paid off within a week or so at th rate i’d been clearing things up, and if i can get a brief loan from my father even this will be off th table and we’ll be clear from here on

scooting up th narrow wooden sluice high off th river bank, behind me they started arguing whether th fog rolling in came from the land or th sea, from th cold air hitting warmth of th earth or it hitting a warm front coming in off th water. if we waited long enough to get lost in th fog, we would know from th way it felt to us

everyone had left th waterslide, but th basket on th table at th bottom still had some unused packages that included plastic bags for personal items one didn’t want getting wet going down th popular attraction. as i was preparing, a man walked by asking nobody in particular if i was such-and-such a famous person. i didn’t realize until he was at a distance walking away that he’d mentioned a woman’s name, his comment intended as an insult on my hair length