My left eye is red today. This does not match my outfit.
Ripley is being a bad girl. I am not sure what has changed her from the sweet, innocent kitty she once was to this devil child. Perhaps she is finally going through her terrible twos.
I spent over 9 hours at Break Boy’s and His Lovely Wife’s house yesterday, cooking meals with them and playing with the kiddos and cleaning up their house and watching Break Boy play Mario Super Galaxy Whatever, and then… and then. :) We played side-by-side (not battle) GH3. And then I was very late for going home and totally missed Fab’s radio show last night, but really, when I was going to leave everyone was having a meltdown about life (not about me leaving) and I thought, “let’s see, what is more important? What is in front of me and on the verge of tears or what will happen without me and I can listen to later?” I chose to stay for that reason. I made the right decision. (Did I mention that when I’m at Break Boy’s house there is NO cell phone [voice OR txt!!!!! que la f?!] coverage? I actually logged into IM from Lovely Wife’s computer to write to Fab to say “sorry, not showing up even though I promised I would.” (I seriously hate breaking promises, but I tend to overcommit myself sometimes. Oops.) Babbling… Point? Dunno. But as thanks for my choice there’s now a faux fur blanket on my bed that is sooooooo soft and chocolate in my cupboard, and *seven* new pictures from LLA (BB and LW’s daughter) to be hung on the art wall, and I’m very happy with life. 
I am now late. Must go get coffee, and must stop rambling. Bye.
You clean when you go to friend’s houses?
What are you doing Saturday? Want to come over for lunch?
You missed maybe the most fun chat room yet, but I am glad you were there for your friends, that is what is most important.
Super Mario Galaxy is an awesome game.
Must have been the moon. I had a total meltdown last night too. Poor Wayne. I was all yelling and crying on the phone. Your eye is red; his ears are probably all swollen and inflamed.
Britt, I do for my friends whatever they need. I love my friends. What’re you making me for lunch?
Fab, dammit all to hell. Oh well, I will hopefully be there NEXT weekend, crying out loud! If not, I will definitely be there for the Feb 3 show.
Avi, it rawks. All that changing of gravity direction is AWESOME. BB’s son and I were screaming our tiny little heads off while BB tried to navigate through the fiery (something-or-other) level.
Abs, I swear the weird weather lately is making people melt down in ungood ways. I’m not having that problem, but it seems like a fair amount of other people are.
“Just Call Me Seven”
That should have been the title with the left red eye… you know Battlestar reference.
I’m all about the cupboard.
Dawg, that would have been a much cleverer title, but it was pre-Americano so I am lucky I made any sense in this post. And, yes, there is now a lot of chocolate in my cupboard.
I love those faux fur blankets!
Can’t type… back is being scratched… ahhh…
Okay. Anyway, you’re a really good friend. It was the right choice, so you got good karma for that!
Sybil, mmmmm, back scratch. I is jealous. … ahem. Ok. What? Right! Yes, karma. I like getting more of that.
But that isn’t *why* I do the things I do.