In the event that there’s someone out there who hasn’t seen this:

http://www.jibjab.com/default.htm?aspxerrorpath=/MovieViewer.aspx

Enjoy!

It’s hot. It’s humid. I’m PMSing. All of my hair ties have gone AWOL and this weather and shoulder-length dreads do not mix. If only they were another 3 to 6 inches longer, then I could use the dreadlocks themselves to tie my hair back. *pouts*

Glenn gave me a booty call this morning. Then he decided I had a headache when he came home from work. He took off for several hours, leaving me to haul the boys all around Arlington on foot while I tried to get my errands done. I still owe the library overdue fines on some now late books since there were too many to carry.

BTW, D, since the PO is usually very quick with DC, please check your MB SAT and MON. *smirk*

Amber and Ribbon were napping on my bed together. I know, I find it hard to believe, too! Anyhow, the not-too-bright ball of cuteness woke up and wanted to play…

With Amber’s tail! Luckily I had my water gun beside me or it could’ve gotten ugly.

I guess that pretty much sums up my day. Until next time….

I nearly had a heart attack this morning when I found Amber and Ribbon eating breakfast side by side. Granted Amber was trying to pull her dish away from Ribbon.

Now I’m sitting on the edge of my bed (because it’s mountain climbing up the back of my chair time for Ribbon and I’m tired of her playing with/chewing on my dreads). At some point after removing Ribbon from my Staples bag and leaving her to nap on my bed, Amber climbed onto the bed herself. I now have them lying on either side of me.

Gina, I received an email from you just moments ago.

It was selling bootleg copies of XP.

It was addressed to my business address.

You know, the one you DON’T have.

I’m starting to get paranoid here. I use Mozilla for my email, I have a firewall, and anti-virus, and I use Ad-Aware and Spybot. So where the fuck are these spammers getting personal information like this? Grrrrr!

On a lighter note, I’ve been trying to crochet a dread tam for the last hour. Do you want to know how difficult a task this can be with a 7 week old kitten in the house?

Would you think I was insane if I wanted to have a “Build-a-Bear” birthday party to celebrate my 40th birthday?