Pickle, like all ferrets, seems to have this ability to sleep in any position at all and be completely comfortable. In this shot, she’s on her back, bent at a right angle, tail hanging off the edge of the floor she’s sleeping on. I managed to get some pretty funny shots of her playing around and sleeping today, which you can check out in the Pickle album.
Eddie’s vacation has officially started. He doesn’t have to be in for another 10 days. At some point this week we’re going go-cart racing, because I’ve never been, and he’s never been down here. I’d like to go to King Richard’s Faire, but I think with gas prices rising the way they are, we’ll nix that plan. I can be a saucey wench here at home just as well as I could be at the Faire. I know we’re tackling the mess of the kitchen, which shouldn’t be very difficult now that the dishes were done today (because Eddie is a wonderful husband and did them).
I checked out Lane Bryant and found myself two decidedly non-matronly bras for about $55, which wasn’t nearly as much as I was expecting to have to pay. Then again, they were on sale as buy one, get one half off. speaking of tits, Eddie just popped one of mine out of my shirt. Oh how the 6 people watching must have loved that.
I finally finished my very first attempt at a slip cover for the black couch, and while I haven’t sat on it to see if I should secretly stick some velcro in the back to keep theings from shifting, it does look pretty spiffy. It seems to clash a bit with the wallpaper, but considering this wallpaper, nothing would match it. Now I just need to do the loveseat.
I busted out my tape measure yesterday to figure out exactly what size bra I’m supposed to be wearing in hopes that I can find one as comfy (or more so) than the one I had. Turned out I wasn’t too far off - my bra is a 44DD and I should technically be in a 46DDD (aka 46F). So now I’m on a quest to find myself some decent fat-girl bras in my size that don’t look like they belong to either of my grandmothers. Once I get better wielding the sewing machine I may try my hand at making my own with some patterns, but I think I should stick to slipcovers and monkeys.
Eddie’s at work, and has 6 hours left before he starts his vacation.
Yesterday I sent him a text message telling him we had no soda, and asked if he wanted to go grocery shopping when he got home. He called as he was leaving and told me to be ready when he got there, and we spent an hour or so walking around the remodeled Stop & Shop. then we came home and cleaned out the fridge of all the nasty crap in there and stocked up on everything yummy we’d just bought. We were stocking the fridge when I had a question for him.
me: Do you think Ann Rice got swept away in the flood?
him: No, she’s holed up in her crypt. The watertight one, because it’s more goth that way.
Rhode Island is sending some National Guard down to New Orleans. They leave later today for 10 days. It’s kind of scary when the news reports refer to Americans on US soil as refugees.
Pickle is going crazy. She’s claimed the loveseat as her own again, and has attempted to take over the big couch since I made a slipcover for it. I was laying on it yesterday and she crawled right up on top of me, walked up to my head, and tried to steal my earrings. I tried to get a picture of her playing on the couch with a stuffed animal, and she turned and went crazy, lunging at me as though she was Bjork and I was part of some evil crowd of paparazzi. Right now she’s running around the living room chasing a plastic ball.
