Yesterday three teenage boys were slouching their way down the sidewalk when one of them says: "I can say anything I want. It's a free country." I wonder if he understands what living in a free country means, or if he just thinks it gives him the right to be an slug. Of course, this came the day after we we watched the National Spelling Bee - ten bright kids with brighter futures. By comparison those teenage boys were just sad.
It finally rained here. I think the last time we saw moisture from the sky was at the beginning of May. No wonder my grass seed won't grow. (And yes, I've been watering, but I can only do so much without nature doing its job.) I haven't checked the rain gauge yet, but I'm going to guess 2/10ths of an inch*.
In keeping with the old superstition about famous people dying in threes... Gary Coleman, Dennis Hopper and Rue McClanahan all died recently. With the passing of Art Linkletter and coach John Wooden, the next group of three has already started. As maudlin as it sounds, anyone want to take a guess at who the third from this next group is going to be? (Yes, I'm awful, but it's not like I'm hoping someone dies. I'm just taking guesses about it. Think of this as a mini-Dead Pool - without the psycho serial killer.)
Anyway, I still watch reruns of The Golden Girls - almost every morning. If you didn't recognize the name, Rue McClanahan played Blanche on that show. She wasn't my favorite character, but I still enjoyed her work. My favorite character was actually Sophia. If you watched the show, which one was your favorite?
Yesterday I was awakened at 4:52am by the sound of a cat fight. Sure enough I slipped outside to find Jay - my long-haired black stray - and Tom - the orange tiger stray who looks like Morris - fighting over the pretty little calico that lives one block over. She took off, but the two boys stood in the alley looking put out that I interrupted their testosterone games. (For what it's worth, I think Jay won. Most of the fur tufts were orange.) Jay came back later, inhaled some kibble and flopped in the shade. Tom slunk by in the early evening. So both are okay. In fact, I was just outside and Jay came up for his breakfast. (He never gets too close. He's feral.)
As a result of said early and rude awakening, I didn't get a damn thing done yesterday. Well, other than finishing Academ's Fury.
When a penny is left in a pocket and it doesn't come out in the washer, it makes a hideous screeching noise when it gets stuck in the dryer. Lucky me, Husband pulled it out before I went insane.
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(Public Service Message... If you haven't already heard this a million times, get your pets spayed or neutered so their unwanted babies don't end up as strays - starving, getting hit by cars, or dying in some other horrible way.)
*Yep. 2/10ths of an inch. Am I psychic? No, it's just the amount we usually get.