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mmm. dryer fresh.
Jan. 12th, 2009 05:35 amThe dryer is fixed.
Let me repeat that.
The DRYER WORKS. Fluffy towels and fresh clean sheets, here I come!
Mmm. And due to some weird time thing, I haven't pissed away all my nighttime with looking at random crap on the internet and had time to start my laundry so that I'd be done with the washer by the time Dad needs the shower. :D I haven't washed all my linens in ages. Actually, still haven't done that as I don't know where exactly the other sheet is. It had been on the yellow chair as I'd been tucking Lady in when I went up to nap, but when I tried to snag it a few minutes ago, it wasn't there. So pray Mumsy washed it for me. Lady is a lovely dog, really, but she smells like dog and even if she didn't, she pees in her sleep.
Lady is also why I'm not entirely thrilled by the possibility of having company this afternoon. Lady scares the bejeezus out of most people. To be fair, I can understand why. She's a big ol' black lab who believes the best way to say hello is by hopping up to give you a hug and some violent sniffing and then she kind of hovers near you, sniffing your crotch and knees and shoes and pockets because dude, you might have food you totally forgot about, and hey, it's a new person! And if you're not an entirely new person, she might try and hump your leg because she's confused like that. She's got those fun red-tinged hound dog eyes, her ears have been marred by Angel trying to kill her [some might say Lady started these fights and Angel merely finished them, but I say that if you want to be seen as the victim in all this shit, Angel, you've got to stop making Lady look like you tried to rip her damn throat out, okay? God. Simple enough for you?] and her paws are HUGE. Lady is not a tiny little dog. She is not a dog who looks like her name would be Lady.
But she's a lovable goof. She doesn't bite, she isn't mean, she's just... suffering from people who have yet to fully train her. :P And yet everyone, and I do mean everyone, freaks out. And stays freaked out even when she's given up and is ignoring them. The hell? A dog has to be tiny and prissy to be lovable? If you want tiny and prissy, you get yourself adopted by a cat. [Cats are superior to dogs, yes.] Anyway, blah.
*is lazy*
Yesterday my inner...however old she is type child squeeed herself to death when I finally introduced Nellie and Samantha. I don't know why it took me months. It just did. Okay, fine. Little Me didn't want them to meet until Sam looked prettiful and Sam's tea dress doesn't actually look all that good on my Sam. [Little Me is all :( about it too] But instead of changing her into, I dunno, something else, I just let Sam entertain Ruthie and Kirsten [poor redhead whose name I never did settle on way back when!]
Finally decided the hell with this. Take the collar of DOOM off and we'll put her tea shoes on [yes, if your eyes have glazed over, it's okay. I'm sure the next post will be far more interesting, yes?] and where the fresh hell did I put her ribbon? Spent half an hour looking for the ribbon and could not find it. Gave up, walked Sam over to Nellie who has been snoozing with me since she arrived, and Little Me shrieked herself silly. Mainly because when I was younger I really wished they'd make the best friend dolls because Sam without Nellie was criminal. Sam/Nellie are a unit. They are one. I used to dream they'd release Nellie and I had the outfits picked out that I wanted and I figured if they wouldn't for the big dolls, maybe they would for the minis. Ah, little me. You were ahead of your time.
Frickart's NeoNoir is creeping me out in a good sort of way, mask aside. I shall remain good. I shall admire other people's NN's. I SHALL BE GOOD. Luckily it's not payday yet so I kind of have to be good. I also have to remember to switch cards because it's that time of year. Wheeeeee.
I'm going to go check on my laundry and then on the cat.
Let me repeat that.
The DRYER WORKS. Fluffy towels and fresh clean sheets, here I come!
Mmm. And due to some weird time thing, I haven't pissed away all my nighttime with looking at random crap on the internet and had time to start my laundry so that I'd be done with the washer by the time Dad needs the shower. :D I haven't washed all my linens in ages. Actually, still haven't done that as I don't know where exactly the other sheet is. It had been on the yellow chair as I'd been tucking Lady in when I went up to nap, but when I tried to snag it a few minutes ago, it wasn't there. So pray Mumsy washed it for me. Lady is a lovely dog, really, but she smells like dog and even if she didn't, she pees in her sleep.
Lady is also why I'm not entirely thrilled by the possibility of having company this afternoon. Lady scares the bejeezus out of most people. To be fair, I can understand why. She's a big ol' black lab who believes the best way to say hello is by hopping up to give you a hug and some violent sniffing and then she kind of hovers near you, sniffing your crotch and knees and shoes and pockets because dude, you might have food you totally forgot about, and hey, it's a new person! And if you're not an entirely new person, she might try and hump your leg because she's confused like that. She's got those fun red-tinged hound dog eyes, her ears have been marred by Angel trying to kill her [some might say Lady started these fights and Angel merely finished them, but I say that if you want to be seen as the victim in all this shit, Angel, you've got to stop making Lady look like you tried to rip her damn throat out, okay? God. Simple enough for you?] and her paws are HUGE. Lady is not a tiny little dog. She is not a dog who looks like her name would be Lady.
But she's a lovable goof. She doesn't bite, she isn't mean, she's just... suffering from people who have yet to fully train her. :P And yet everyone, and I do mean everyone, freaks out. And stays freaked out even when she's given up and is ignoring them. The hell? A dog has to be tiny and prissy to be lovable? If you want tiny and prissy, you get yourself adopted by a cat. [Cats are superior to dogs, yes.] Anyway, blah.
*is lazy*
Yesterday my inner...however old she is type child squeeed herself to death when I finally introduced Nellie and Samantha. I don't know why it took me months. It just did. Okay, fine. Little Me didn't want them to meet until Sam looked prettiful and Sam's tea dress doesn't actually look all that good on my Sam. [Little Me is all :( about it too] But instead of changing her into, I dunno, something else, I just let Sam entertain Ruthie and Kirsten [poor redhead whose name I never did settle on way back when!]
Finally decided the hell with this. Take the collar of DOOM off and we'll put her tea shoes on [yes, if your eyes have glazed over, it's okay. I'm sure the next post will be far more interesting, yes?] and where the fresh hell did I put her ribbon? Spent half an hour looking for the ribbon and could not find it. Gave up, walked Sam over to Nellie who has been snoozing with me since she arrived, and Little Me shrieked herself silly. Mainly because when I was younger I really wished they'd make the best friend dolls because Sam without Nellie was criminal. Sam/Nellie are a unit. They are one. I used to dream they'd release Nellie and I had the outfits picked out that I wanted and I figured if they wouldn't for the big dolls, maybe they would for the minis. Ah, little me. You were ahead of your time.
Frickart's NeoNoir is creeping me out in a good sort of way, mask aside. I shall remain good. I shall admire other people's NN's. I SHALL BE GOOD. Luckily it's not payday yet so I kind of have to be good. I also have to remember to switch cards because it's that time of year. Wheeeeee.
I'm going to go check on my laundry and then on the cat.
