Curly Straight

TJ: Mama, I thought a whole bunch of fruit together was just called a whole bunch of fruit. I didn't know it was called fruit salad!

Mama: Julia, you are nice and funny and kind and sweet.

Julia: I'm not funny. I'm mean!

warmchocolatemilk

all one word.

The websites know I desire new tall brown boots and they taunt me with cute photos of them in the corners of the pages I look at.

It's very distracting.

I don't think I'm feeling the open toed boots.

Never say never, I did see one pair once that I was thinking about, but I just couldn't do it.

Being stressed out leads me to overeating. Which is aggravating. Emotional eating.

Going to the dentist leads me to search for images of plaque bacteria. It's not as bad as you may think. (But NO NOT google "bad teeth" whatever you do.) Morbid curiosity google searching.

Neither one is really a good habit.

I keep on waiting for little Spikeazoid to jump up on the chair behind me.

She was a good cat for 15 years. She had a nice life. I rescued her and Toby from the Rescue League in Tampa when they were kittens. Two black cats. Not sisters, just friends.

She lived in Florida, then moved to RI via NYC for a few months, how many cats can say that?

She's peaceful and happy now and the veterinarian told me that where she is going she's going to be a fat cat, which will be a vast improvement over the 5 lbs she was weighing in at during the past few weeks.

Dustmops.

Eyes in Space, coined by John, in honor of her black fur and her blazing green eyes.

She was a good cat for lazy people, all I had to do is stick out my finger and she would pat herself.

She would whoosh through the air, silently and quickly and suddenly be there next to me.. More likely than not, on my keyboard or my book.

A good kitty. She will be missed.