Quizzes, Quizzes everywhere…
but this one’s just a little different…
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In other news, Gene has a blog! Congratulations, Gene. May your blog not wither and die.
Ernie and Christopher’s Big Tour (tm) has been cancelled, because Christopher has mono. Yes, it’s very sad. Yes, we wish him the best. and … YES, Ernie will STILL BE VISITING SEATTLE. That will be happening this coming weekend, sorta … who wants to hang out with me and Ernie? Depending on plans and availability, there are many possibilities. He’s getting in on Sunday and leaving on Thursday, so there will be plenty of time for you all to come to my (currently empty, due to everyone moving out and taking the furniture with them) house and say hello. Especially you crazy IMSA kids who are in the area … and you know who you are.
By the way, Sarah - your comments posted fine the last couple of times. Check them out! I don’t know what the problem is, but they’re coming through just fine. (Silly technology.)
Current Music: Blood Makes Noise, Suzanne Vega
Current Mood: “It tastes like burning!” (My coffee was too hot. Dammit.)
Current Gripe: My dog ate one of my bras this weekend. Sigh.
I feel your dog pain. All of my formerly sexy black undies have these little semicircles of tooth holes in them. Has the bra reappeared yet?
Oh yeah, and as far as the bra goes… I say cut up what remains and use it for an art project. :) Silly dogs. My mom’s dog used to go into her closet, pull clothes off hangers (seriously!) and drag them into the living room for use as a bed. My mom tried keeping the (sliding) closet doors closed. Dog learned how to open them. It was a lost cause. I recommend locked drawers. Heehee!
Exciting news on my blogpage, click my little name on this comment.
Liz - heh. You forget that my dog is /tiny/ … unlike your poor Delilah, Piper can’t actually EAT anything. (She even has to eat the pellets of dog foot individually.) When she “eats” something, she just chews it beyond recognition. She adores my underwear, and will gnaw RIGHT ON THROUGH it. I’ll come home and find it in pieces. Plus, she peed in my bed yesterday … for the first time since we’ve been in this house. I don’t get it. I think she was pissed that I left her alone all weekend. I can’t really blame her.
heehee
Anyway, I took your test and all the answers I got wrong, my instincts were correct! (One of them Roy swayed me out of my guess =). The other two I talked myself out of). So just pretend that 70 was a 100 ;).
That’s freakish. I remember hitting the preview button, and getting no response. Hit the post button, no response. I closed the window in disgust. And now I find that my comment posted after all! Uncanny. (My current vocabulary word of choice. Why do these things cycle?)