Monkey Poundcake

Others seem to think it's dead.

Whoopaw!

While moving a chair this week, I picked up the cushion to dust it and found this label.

I drank a whole bottle of wine tonight. Haven't done that in weeks. It was delicious.

Talus Pinot Noir 2003. It got me through dinner, unpacking, and a bath. Probably not really hearty enough to stand up to a real meal, more of a sipper. Since I'm no longer in the land of Two Buck Chuck, I find less than eight bucks to be a deal, and I got this for that at Harris Teeter, our local good grocery store. I like to call it the Hairy Teet. Of course, I could always go to Food Lion and get some expired meat.

My dog just squatted to pee. WTF. He started to get into position, then started peeing, and I guess said, "Why bother lifting?" Boys, just cannot get this peeing thing straight, can ya.

RoCoBeGo started this and it's killing me. This is the best I've done so far.

You know how they say everything is bigger in Texas? Well, while we were there, this dog began to lay down some poops that lent credence to that. And, ever since then, has been keeping it up. The kid won't stop. At our old place, he had three walks a day for exercise, sniffing, peeing, sniffin, pooping, sniffing, bunny chasing (as far as his leash would go), and sniffing. Here, we can walk out in front of our house with him and he romps about and pees in his chosen pee-spot and poops under his chosen poop-tree. At the old place, we'd have to walk down the street until we could pass through the buildings to the grassy area, here, immediate grassy area. There, wait for quite a while before any significant ass-action, here, instant ass-action. There, reasonable stool:food ratio, here, unexplainable stool:food ratio. It's gotta be the humidity.

I remember watching Def Leppard's Unplugged performance and hearing Pour Some Sugar on Me. It forever changed my appreciation of that song and I will always be haunted by it.


You got the peaches, I got the cream
Sweet to taste, saccharine
'Cos I'm hot, say what, sticky sweet
From my head, my head, to my feet

Man, our new house is on a golf course. I mean that in a bad way. Not the golfingness per se, but the fact that people are usually outside and can see right into our house. This effects me in a nudeness way. I can't walk around nude anymore. I can't even pee with the door open in my own bathroom. This is going to take quite an adjustment. If you happen to be in Eastern North Carolina, just ask around, I'm sure you can easily find me. I'll be known as Naked Golf Course Lady (Who Should Really Cover That Junk Up).