Heroine-girl’s auction! Go there! Bid on something! It’s FUN!

Hub and I just got back from spending the whole day running around doing silly things. It was great. We ate in restaurants twice in one day. Oh, go ahead and laugh, but on our budget, that was luxury personified. Now we’re home, and exhausted, but in a couple of hours we will head out again, and north to the city to pick up Zappa so Hub can help him with some homework issues.

I sure hope someone takes Belle out tonight and makes sure she has at least one Margarita. Sheesh, daughter-in-question, dear, you were more than just a little bit poopy on the phone. Good thing I love you more than life itself.

We spent a few hours in the Louisville Exposition Center; I tried to count the little dogs dressed in baby clothes but I lost count after about fifteen minutes. What’s wrong with these people? Little doggies are ANIMALS, not babies; you don’t put diapers and bonnets on them and bring them into large crowds of people and expect oohs and aahs and adoration. Most folks reserve such for human infants, not hairy Toto’s with Spiderman bandanas around their necks and a load of doggie-doo in their lumpy little diapers. Poor little pups. They need to be scampering in the grass, not being carried like a purse by some old woman in a red hat and purple sweatshirt.

I am not making fun of Red Hat ladies. My beloved perfect Mom is one, and she gets a lot of pleasure from it. I am only mocking those that use a poor defenseless live animal as a prop in a crowded room. A cat would never stand for that.

I bought a lot of pecans. I put them in the freezer as soon as we got home, to prevent me from devouring them in one sitting.

Putting yummy things in the freezer will often prevent you from eating them. At least right away. Until they thaw. And by then, you are occasionally back in your right mind and don’t eat them. Okay, that doesn’t happen very often, but once in a while it might.

Hmm, looks like Hub is going after Zappa by himself; he wants to stop by the big bookstores and I’m just too tired to fool with that, tonight.

Poor me, having to sit at home and do what I love best: blog and talk to people.

I mean. . . . “darn, I wish I could go too. . . . .”

Belle, dear, call Mommy and let’s talk. Drink your Margarita first.

I’m going to put something really cool up for auction on Heroine-girl’s site, youse guys. People are having lots of fun over there, bidding on funky and cool things; get over there and join in! She adds new things all the time!

There goes Hub down the driveway.

Now, which foil-wrapped package hides those pecans. . . . . .