not to mention the vast quantities of spicy chipolte dip with them, plus all kinds of other food throughout the day including random valentine’s chocolates and basically every single thing i could get my hands on…
i had many strange dreams last night.
one of them that i still remember was both boring and strange at the same time. i was making pudding. not the kind from a box, but actual from-scratch chocolate pudding (would i make anything BUT chocolate? of course not) and it took a very long time and i was just sort of making it and not reading the directions, and directions are pretty important for pudding, chocolate or otherwise, and all of a sudden a lot of it had fallen into the sink and so i had to keep trying to scoop it up and meanwhile i’d poured some cream into a pan and it was sizzling dangerously and the whole thing became a huge HUGE mess and i kept wishing i’d read the directions and this when on and on and on…
boring and strange both.
so anyway, this weekend when you FINALLY COME TO MY VERY FUNNY SHOW, i USED to be the one sashaying around in my bustier. but now instead i’ll be the one shuffling and waddling around the stage, straining at the seams of my costume, or perhaps i’ll just find a nice mumu to replace the undergarments.
there is a slight chance of not eating EVERYTHING today and tomorrow which might balance out all the eating yesterday.
but only a very slight chance.
my parents are taking a bus trip up to chicago to see the car show and i spent the night here at their house last night and before six a.m. mom appeared at the bedroom door which was confusing because i didn’t hear her coming because i was wearing my FABULOUS EARPLUGS. i asked her if we were having a fire drill. she said no, which was good because that would have probably involved getting out of bed which i had no interest in. she reminded me about taking shortie and gizmo for a walk, which i would have remembered of course, and then she told me a bunch of other stuff i have to be in charge of, staying here, but i can’t remember any of it.
let the dogs out, let the dogs in, give them food, don’t let the cats scratch the furniture. that was probably the gist of it.
i have to get up and walk the dogs now even though it looks like it might be raining out there. so that should be fun. the dogs will like it anyway and then when we’re done they’ll be little balls of mud. i’m sure i’m not supposed to let them tromp around the house spreading the mud everywhere.
that is all for now because as you can see i have a very very busy day ahead of me. in charge of some very very important things.
ok then,
morning grace.
(thursday)