Embroidered. Is that the word I'm looking for? She embroidered it. All because I spent a minute and a half looking at her wedding invitation, which by the way is the pinkest, girliest, prettiest invitation, ever.
This morning, I heard Ned go downstairs and talk to the dogs. He gets up and feeds all the animals, like a farmer, then makes coffee for me, and no I'm not that great, and I wouldn't be that nice to me, either. Anyway, I heard the dogs prancing excitedly. Tallulah dances on her back paws when it's time for breakfast. "You wanna eat today, or just pass?" Ned asked the dogs. "Were you thinking of doing a fast? A cleanse?"
I Google Imaged byebyepie + Tallulah and Edsel to find a serious picture of them and got to see many pictures from my old house. Look at Roger and his stick-out footie. Roger, totally drinking out of the dogs' bowl. He wasn't afraid of a thing.
That floor never looked clean. I mean, that floor never WAS clean. Oh, speaking of which, the kitchen floor here is "hard wood" and by that I think it's that laminate stuff that looks like hard wood. I Sharked it and it looks dull. Then I Mop-n-Glo'd it, and hey, dull. The name Mop-n-Glo bugs me not at all. Anyway, tips? Laminate floor tips?
I am late, and I have to go. I was queasy last night, and not barf queasy, thank the good lord above, but I had a poop fest. A Festa di Fantasia, which is Fancy Feast in Italian and not at all what I had last night. The point is, Ned let me sleep late, because who was annoying, do you think, getting up and down 200 times, then when he did wake me up, I stampeded to see if I'd lost weight, which I had not.