Just your average Thursday. Umm, I mean Tuesday.

Yes, that is a squirrel inside the bird feeder.  No, that’s not the first time it happened either.  I’m having sadistic thoughts of locking the little bugger in there.  Or investing in a BB Gun.

I can’t believe no one got my title quote on RTT last week.  No one even guessed.  Harry Potter number 5. Hermione Granger to Ron in the Gryffindor common room.  After Harry kisses Cho. No one really knew that?  It’s even in the book, #5 Order of the Phoenix, P. 459 third paragraph from the bottom.
(I think I just proved my HP dorkiness.)

I bet you know this one though.  Raise your mouse if you know what this symbol means?


Ahh, you guys are so smart I don’t even have to tell you what to do anymore.

Yes the spacing is all kinds of messed up today.  No matter what I do it won’t resolve itself.  So we all just get to deal with four inches of white between paragraphs.  Goody.

I spent gobs of hours over the weekend reading this little gem, Deadline Man by Jon Talton. Oh My. I’m excited to review adult fiction for a nice change of pace. Review coming up very soon. You are gonna love it.

Chick’s birthday was Friday (yes, I am sure I have the day right this time, unlike last week). I may or may not have gone overboard with the Buzz Lightyear stuff. T-shirt, plush toy, RC and Woody Shake and Drive Car, book, movie and gift bag. Plus candle and cake decor. No, she doesn’t like Buzz-Buzz at all.
We went to the Reds game last night. It was fun (other than playing pass the Chick) but nowhere near the energy of a Phillies game. I wore my Phillies hat though so they were there in spirit. The best thing were the seats. They. Rocked. In the 100 level right off first base. I could see the players expressions. I love it when free tickets from CP’s work (courtesy of the Reds) also involves great seats.

Apparently Thor has an imaginary friend, a girl. But boy was he ticked when his real life friend told me about his imaginary friend. Dude, they are imaginary for a reason and it usually means Don’t Ever Tell My Mom I Have One.
The exterminator came on Thursday. Hallelujah! No more ants. The guy’s going on and on about the colony and mega colonies and how they will make separate colonies outside of the queen and can go for 2 miles to get back to the colony. I just wanted to make him shut up. I don’t really want to know that underneath my patio is the ‘best breeding ground’ he’s seen in months! Just kill the little bastards, please.

In case you didn’t catch that. I don’t like bugs. In my house. Ever.

The poor little girl across the street comes over almost every night at about 7 or 7:30 to ask if Thor can play. I hate telling her no every time. It’s not that she isn’t a sweet girl or that he doesn’t want to play, she just always asks when he has to take a bath, or it’s too late to play outside. Pretty soon I think she’s going to give him up as a lost cause.

I wish there was a mute button on the wii remotes. Whenever Thor plays Star Wars Lego even though the volume on the tv is off the remotes continue to make all sorts of random annoying sounds. Loudly.

I got this card in the mail the other day from the USO:  “Please sign and return this “Thank You” message.  We’ll deliver it, along with a pre-paid phone card, to a lonely GI.”

I just found that one funny.  I’m not entirely sure why.

What do you eat for breakfast?  I can not find anything that works for me.  I can’t eat cereal because I”m lactose intolerant and milk, especially in the morning, really leaches the life out of me.  So then there’s the toast option.  Except I like raspberry jam on toast. And raspberry jam and coffee just don’t mix for me.  It totally kills the taste.  I can’t do just butter on toast unless I’m sick.  Then there are the Nutrigrain bars.  Retch.  I think it’s because I attempted them when I was pregnant (and subsequently vomited for 9 months) so just the thought of one of those going anywhere near my lips makes funny not-good things happen to my tummy.  What normally ends up happening is coffee and then a cheese stick.  Great breakfast!

Did I tell you all I found a swimsuit?  And on a big sale too?  Like $40!  From Athleta!  I don’t think I’ve paid so little for a swimsuit since….ever.  Why is it that so little fabric costs so dang much?  I only bought  a new one because my old one didn’t cover my tattoo.

Oh yeah, I got a tattoo.  Last summer.  Karma tells me today will be the day my mom will remember my blog address and stop by.  Hi Mom!  Don’t freak, I’m still normal.  (Normal being relative and all.)

Busy busy week.  Doctors, dentists, a new dishwasher (yahoo!) and our first house guests.  And it’s my birthday this week.  Goodbye 32, I did so love being you.  Maybe we can go back and reclaim 30 someday.

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