Tuesday, July 02, 2013
I splurged and bought a pair of swimming-pool-blue tights at Crapmart the other night. When I went to put them on this morning, I discovered that they were not tights but leggings. What the hell, Crapmart? There is a difference between tights and leggings. Please label your products accordingly.
Little girls look cute in leggings. I? Do not look cute in leggings.
I am still sick. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. Dear C-diff: F*ck you.
It started raining about a week and a half ago, and with the brief exception of Sunday afternoon, has not stopped since. Last night we got an inch of rain in an hour, and Tinks, for reasons I cannot fathom, decided that he wanted to be out in it. He came in soaked. I do not understand that cat.
Remember the lily I planted? The one where I suspected the labeling was wrong, and would thus have to wait until it bloomed to see what color it was? Yeah. The deer ate almost all of the buds off of it. I swear to GOD I'm gonna buy a gun.
My neighbor T. brought donuts over to share on Sunday. It's nice to have a neighbor who is willing to share her donuts.
I usually take some time off this time of the year, but not knowing if my vacation is going to be pre-empted by hospitalization is putting a crimp in my plans. Dear C-diff: F*ck you.
Every Sunday afternoon, around four, a pickup-truck full of teens pulls into the park next door. They head into the woods, come back out after around an hour, and leave. I would say "party", but there's no loud noise, no coolers, and they're never there for very long. Meth lab? D&D? I'm gonna have to go poke around down in there, because now I'm getting curious.