Are you like this? Whenever I actually DO housework, I think it's high time to get rid of everything. Seriously, I can't think of anything less I'd rather do than take care of stuff I don't want, use, need or like. Shuffle and dust, dust and shuffle. Really, what a wonder to find ourselves with all this JUNK but still can't find ways to part with it. How is it that the human mind works like this? Prone to wander, prone to stray...

Having said that, I browsed Borders tonight, they wiggled their little finger with an online coupon, and I, like Robby, crouched, approached cautiously and then, feeling safe, fully examined the offering. And then I said, I wonder if they have additional seasons of Leave It to Beaver for sale now. For quite some time (and I haven't checked in some time) they have only had seasons one and two. When I get a Borders gift card, sometimes I like to get the old TV shows on DVD. Well, lo and behold, they now have the complete set. Such temptation. BUT, if I do acquire The Beave, it is NOT junk, it is priceless fun, because I only like to watch OLD movies and OLD television shows. I guess 'cause I'm old and will be even older come Saturday. Well, everyone will be older come Saturday, but I will officially and especially be older.

Okay, I wiped out when I took Jazzi out back, or rather, when we came back inside. It's been raining for two solid days and when I stepped on the tile with wet feet, WHAMO!, the feet flew out from under me and down I went...Splat...HARD. Ugh, hope I can move in the morning. Always sumpin'!

BTW, my toes are beautiful pale pink. Toenails, that is. All ladies out there, really, what is more gratifying than a fresh pedicure? Especially when the pedicurist is delightful company? And all the other ladies giving and getting pedicures are friendly and fun? It makes the whole world seem like a happy place.

I really had something to blog about tonight, just a snippet. But I wonder what it was. Meanwhile, Robby just grabbed my ear and one of his sharp little claws hooked into my hole, where the pierced earring goes, that hole. New idea, Live Cat Dangly Earrings. When he's not busy being an earring, he enjoys flicking pens from the desk to the floor.

Starving.

Wondering KEM