All's well

Big Puddin repaired my Travelocity gnome with superglue so all's right with the world. He's back up where he belongs on my computer desk near the printer, the Glade and the potted faux plant.

I love you

The other day a woman was in my office when LP called. After a brief conversation I ended with, “Ok. I love you. Bye.” Whereas she said, “If you say ‘I ‘love you’ too much it lessens it.”

WTF??

I always end phone conversations with the Puddins, my Mom, and most of my sisters with an “I love you.” Who knows if those are the last words they’ll hear from you. I don’t think you can ever say, and mean, those words enough.

Katie Couric

I have never gotten the fascination with Katie Couric. Who cares if she moves to CBS? I like Bob Schieffer. Katie’s not a journalist. She’s a question-asker. These news personalities get paid way too much money.

And now for something completely different

On Wednesday morning (for a second) it will be 1:02:03 am on 04/05/06

If you miss it, anticipate this: 1:02:03 pm on 04/05/06

Hey, I read it in the paper and thought I’d pass it along (shrug)

Wanted: A Decaying Deer Head

I’m having some people paint our house trim, soffits, columns and porch. A light blue for the trim and a dark blue for the porch deck It’s been rainy and rainy. They began scraping and priming last week when it was decent outside. All we’re waiting for is a stretch of nice weather in the 60s.

Yesterday I de-crapped the front porch. Chairs, cushions, plant pots, shells, tables, watering cans, etc. I put them in a pile in the front yard near the bird bath. It kinda looks like Aunty’s house sans mannequins and paper mache (sp) animals. All I need is a decaying deer head to complete the ensemble.

Send up a prayer to the tornado gods and tell them to back off for a few weeks!

Assorted daffodils in my yard