:P

...yeah, I see how it goes.

Lenten meditations and excitement? Nuthin.

Boobs? I get COMMENTS.

Well, it'll be BOOBS from now on!

(Love y'all!)

Apropos of nothing...

Mice in my bra.



Why are there mice in my bra? Because after the last incident, I felt that my bra was safer than a box while I was cleaning their cage.



Why am I posting about mice in my bra? Because there's been too much doom and gloom lately.



Also, Andrea asked.



Remember this: Mice in your bra? Tickle. A lot.

Lent. *mutter* *grumble*

Ok, so, remember this?

It's happening again.

Pls to stop, kthxbai!

Abundance

Abundance can be many things.

Last night, abundance was an all-you-can-eat sushi night.

I ate 456,8567689,35465,2345 pieces of sushi, and then spent the rest of the evening curled up into a little ball around my stomach.

It was AWESOME.

*yawn*

• Ray being away for a couple weeks, I got to spend the ENTIRE WEEKEND with my Tim. Decadence and bliss!
• His place is cleaner than it's been in a while.
• Mine, however? Not so much.
• But I spent a couple hours helping him sort through clothing, thence to get rid of a lot of it. Yay simplifying!
• Also, went wandering around Nederland, home of Frozen Dead Guy Day. I am not making this up.

So I'd decided on Prudence and Felicity, but still wasn't sure which was going to be which.

Okay, it's my own fault. I was cleaning their cage so had put them back into the little cardboard box they came home from the pet store in. I was mostly good and kept it next to me, only I was bad and left it in the kitchen for three seconds.

And came back in to Little Silver One huddled in the box, which was now open on the counter, and Loiosh chasing Little Black One around under the counter. During the interminable time it took for me to dive to the floor, he caught
her and I had to pry his mouth the hell open.

She's fine. Kinda startled, but fine.

*whew*

I think they've made their naming preferences clear. Also, next time their cage is getting cleaned they're spending the drying time in my BRA.

Next up, more simplifying. As soon as I get someone to haul off this %^#$(%*^ futon couch already.

Ngk.

• Three out of three people have bailed on buying my futon couch so far. One was actually polite enough to call and let me know.
• Having fun sewing clothing that isn't SCA garb. I'll post pictures when it's done.
• Got a little unexpected money, enough to cover the 'net access bill. Yay!
• Still have to cover credit cards and rent. Yay. :P
• On the up side, my kitten loves his Momma.
• Inexplicable $600 was indeed a mistake. Damn.
• Have two shows coming up this month. Should help some.
• Trying to keep spirits up. Not doing so well. Keeping on trying anyways.
• Cos what the heck else am I gonna do?
  

Monday Lenten Blargh.

• Yeah, so, my snit? I'm over it. Mostly, anyway.
• I went to church yesterday. Tim's fault. It was AWESOME.
• Body still full of hating. Contemplating taking my sinuses out with a spoon.
• Futon couch should be going away today.
• However, I've been mostly FAIL at simplifying these last couple days. Trying to get back on track.
• While feeling physically and emotionally crappy. Old toxins coming out? Probably, which is good, but process=suck.
• New mice make Loiosh happy. And the other cats. This pleases me.
• Perpetua and Felicity it is. Now to decide which is which. And if it really matters to them.
• Ray came along to church. Surprised. Pleased. Not sure it _did_ anything for him, but I'll take it.
• That aside? Really no difference. Did I hope for any in just a couple days? Well, no. :/
• Playing too much Breakout. Can't convince myself not to.
• Broke. SRSLY. As in, tapping the dwindling reserves won't be enough this month unless I make more sales. This is disheartening and depressing, which makes it harder to work to get, y'know, more sales.
• Hoping the completely inexplicable $600 that showed up in my savings account, of all things, stays there. Not counting on it. If one of y'all cracked my account to put it there, thanks, but, er. Huh?
• CD rates currently lower than savings account rates. Huh?
• Mr. President, I could sure heck use a bailout.

*wanders off, grumbling vaguely*