Darn. My Runaway Bride DVD has gone all wonky. Freezes just past the halfway point. Well, one more diversion for me, bites the dust. Now what? Well, I still have all of series 1 and 2, to watch--same one's I very literally watched virtually every single day, from July until December. Good thing I LOVE Doctor Who, then, ey?
I went to buy a disposable foil pie plate at the store, so I can make American shepherd's pie, and found that the store had some posh blue glass pie dishes on sale--for less than a pair of aluminum foil one's, that you use once and throw away! So, I saved 10 cents and bought a permanent pie dish--even matches my blue glass dinnerware. Well, it'll be permanent, if I don't drop and break the blessed thing, like I did with the last one.
I spent the rest of the night, looking up some Father Ted clips on YouTube. Love that show! And watched some Are You Being Served? clips, as well. Nothing lightens a heavy spirit, than a good laugh, I think.
The evening's near gone, and it's about bedtime. I was reading my very last fiction book I have, that I hadn't actually read before. But, someone stole it while I was at the laundromat yesterday. Put it down to get change for the dryers, and when I came back, it was gone--and naturally, no one fessed up to snatching it. The pity of it is, if some guy (I was the only female patron at the time) wanted it that bad, I probably would have just given it to him, after I was finished with it. Oh well, some other evening, some other time, I will get a new book to read.
Tonight, I've decided to re-read Bendigo Shafter, by Louis La'Mour. No special reason, other than it was just the first one I put my hand on. Yup. Another exciting evening at home. I miss mum. We used to sit and watch videos, or just talk, or play Sequence Dice or some other game. I love the cats, they love me and they make me laugh.
Boots is like a big teddy bear cat. He's like a cat that should be on a poster or a tee shirt--definately and "Awwww--how sweet is that?" kind of feline. Well, and I'm sorry, this is going to be a tad crude...but tonight, I was tired after shopping, and to give my aching back a rest, after lugging 6 heavy bags up 2 flights of stairs, I decided to lie down for a bit.
I was sprawled on the bed, with my legs apart, when Boots came along and plopped down between my knees. He curled up and kneaded the air with his paas...closed his eyes tight and went to sleep with a little cat smile on his face. Well, he'd been like that for quite a few minutes, when I uh.....um...okay, no way to really put this politely, I farted. After a brief pause, Boots abruptly raised his head and cranked his eyes open at me with the most disgusted look a cat can ever muster on its little furry face. I'm teling you, the expression was almost human! I broke up laughing so hard, my side hurt and tears were coming out of my eyes.
I know the story probably isn't translating very well--and I'm not that comfortable with fart jokes anyway, but trust me, it was hilarious! Definately a look worth a thousand words! And at least one of those words, if translated, would have been "Ewwwww!"
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They're such supercillious creatures aren't they? Snobbish, arrogant and of course they never break wind.
Sorry to hear your Christmas DW is a bit iffy. You Tube gives you it all, though. !