Nothing is happening worth writing about and all of my life force is being drained by a small redheaded vampire. If the computer wasn't already on I doubt I'd be posting this, because leaning over and hitting the power button asks more from me than I have to give.
On the house front, we got a $400 water bill for last month. Fixing the leak thus revealed ran another $500. It was, of course, under the driveway, which necessitated 'routing around' the problem.
Fuss has been standing tall before the Man lately, which leads to lots of crashing to the ground in a heap. His falling technique is rapidly improving, but not swiftly enough for concerned cousin Fiend, who last night hovered and fretted like a little old lady as he wobbled from one precarious stance to another.
Which reminds me of a few months back- whenever he would cry (which was most of the time) she would hold his face in her little hands and wail "Oh, the poor, the poor!"
I'm making pork cutlets and wild rice for dinner, and if recent history holds will be passing out around 9pm, Fuss willing.
Satisfied? =P
nicely done.
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