I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
As a life-long Jehovah's Witness, I can't tell you how offended and hurt I........OK, I'm lying big-time. MADE YA LOOK! (Sound of guffawing from me and cussing from you, probably.) Ginny...P.S. There is the sound of cussing from me too after I see that the letters/numbers below are all FUZZY and I have to click to renew it. Sheesh!
and Kate, I actually had a neighborhood woman stop by the other day with her grandson to see all the weird stuff I have out front (Mr. Z., Gatorduck, the lion, etc.). Ha! I'm famous. Or is that notorious?
4 comments:
As a life-long Jehovah's Witness, I can't tell you how offended and hurt I........OK, I'm lying big-time. MADE YA LOOK! (Sound of guffawing from me and cussing from you, probably.)
Ginny...P.S. There is the sound of cussing from me too after I see that the letters/numbers below are all FUZZY and I have to click to renew it. Sheesh!
You should really turn your house into a museum of some kind. People would pay good money to see all your weird things.
I love the plaque.
Ginny, whatever path you take in life is fine. :)
and Kate, I actually had a neighborhood woman stop by the other day with her grandson to see all the weird stuff I have out front (Mr. Z., Gatorduck, the lion, etc.). Ha! I'm famous. Or is that notorious?
Post a Comment