Bits o' this an' that

It was damp but above freezing which, given the snow on the ground, meant mist. Love mist. Then it started snowing. Big, wet, Hollywood snow. Not so much love for snow. It's supposed to do that for the next fourteen days according to the local long range. Oh joy?

Got a referral to a new rheumatologist. Say it with me: Yay! Of course the Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, so the appointment isn't until Jan. 21, 2008, which seems so very far away. But at least it's there, on my calendar, in the margins, in ink. I am . . . resignedly glad. Glady resigned. Glorily addled which is supposed to be an anagram, kind of.

I miss the alpacas. I don't care if it will probably screw my legs up, I'm going to go visit them tomorrow. Read another horrific post on the alpacasite about a dog attack. Scares the crap out of me. I want to go sleep out there with them. I'm afraid that they're forgetting me. Don't forget me, alpacas, please.

It was wonderful to have sffan and sparky77 here. (Even if they wouldn't take a kitten home with them. Booooo.) I love them both, eh. I miss the company of girlfriends.

I am apparently a bad lesbian (by my own admission) because I never stare at Kristen Chenowith's boobs on Pushing Daisies. Fuck that - I don't stare at Dolly Parton's boobs. I just don't even really notice stuff like that. I don't notice toupes on guys, either. It always comes as a shock when it's pointed out to me. I don't see face lifts, either. They have to be really egregious, like [can't think of any names but you know how they are]. Anyway, I am clueless.

I am also tired. Night, guys.

Hey, Q!

( Guess what I found? )

See - they did exist :) I found them on the side of the road next to the mailbox. They must have fallen out of the car when Dar got out to collect the mail. I was even going to heat them up and eat them . . . until I opened the bag and saw all of the road debris all over 'em. Damn.

Someday, mashed potatoes, you shall be mine!

I hereby resolve . . .

In 2007, maystone resolves to...

Admit my true feelings to zosh.
Cut down on my composting.
Keep my ptsd clean.
Overcome my secret fear of past lives.
Apply for a new menopause.
Lose ten databases by March.

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