I tried to take a cute picture of Roger sunning himself but as soon as he saw me he came up to the cataracts door. That window is all scratched by dog claws and such. I can't have nothin' nice, as my grandmother would say.
Daniel Boone is here, and he is chattering like a magpie while I am trying to type this. He is one of those people who you tell, "I'm going into the other room now" or "I'm blogging now" and he keeps talking.
I should, however, stop being such a bitch, because he is ONCE AGAIN working on my screen door (he is unhappy with it. I have no idea why.) and he also unclogged my drain, which contained the most peroxided hair possible. It was like someone shoved Marilyn Monroe down there.
Oh, crap. Now we have to go to Lowe's, as DB is saying we need to get some manly device for the door. GOD. I am so PUT UPON...
Remind me to tell you about the movie Sarah's Key, which we saw last night and which was very good, except Daniel Boone is obsessed with hating Aiden Quinn. Seriously, if you ever see DB, do NOT ask him how he liked Aiden Quinn in that movie. He didn't talk about it for 394840230203 hours after. Or anything.
Also? When you see that movie? Be sure to get annoyed with me that I was saddest about the cat.
Okay, off to Lowe's. WhatEVER. Inconveniencing me in this fashion...
