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.

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