Sunday, November 04, 2007

Pussy

It's been cold here. I'm wearing socks. (Along with everything else. Sheesh, you guys.)

The tractor has a flat tire.

The riding mower has a broken belt.

The push mower allows itself to be pushed for about ten yards and then it stops again.

My hands hurt because ~~I've been mowing with them~~ I've been pulling weeds.

There is a large, beautiful, blue-eyed Siamese cat hanging around on my deck. We've never seen it around here before so probably some ~~heartless brainless lazy moron who couldn't be arsed to love it any more drove it out to the boondocks and dumped it out of a moving vehicle and figured it could take care of itself~~ unthinking person just didn't want it any more and figured somebody somewhere would. People can be so unbelievably stupid when it comes to animals. Anyway, we've been feeding it and petting it (it's really loving and sweet) and if it's still on the deck tomorrow, we're taking it to my MIL who has been wanting a Siamese cat for a long time.

We went to Grecco's - best pizza ever - tonight and across from us was a booth full of very loud, very giggly, VERY silly young teens. They looked to be around thirteen or fourteen ~~holy cow, their boobs were HUGE and they talked like dockworkers~~ and when they left we noticed that one of them had the word "JUICY" written across ~~her ass~~ the back of her pants.

Hub wondered if the little girl realized the message she was sending out; he was sure she didn't.

As for me, I think she knew exactly what kind of invitation she was sending. And even if she didn't, her mother certainly did. Her mother probably bought the pants.

Which explains a lot about the state of the nation.