Dear checkout clerk: thank you for asking me if I was Irish. You gave us the crack up of the day.
Irish? Really? LOL!!!! That's a new one for me. Better than being asked if I speak English, that's for sure. (Yes, that one really happened our first year out here. It was one of those WT?! moments.)
It's raining. And the grass needs cut. Therefore, I am not happy. Actually, I am in panic mode because I have six weeks to have everything finished around the house - including painting the shed - and the weather is not co-operating with me. I need sun to see inside the corners of the house, too. It's always like a dungeon in here if it's overcast, and fake light from those dratted mercury laden bulbs do absolutely NOTHING. I loathe them at this point. I don't care if they save a bit of money (really, they don't, they blow just as often as the old ones) I don't want to use them. I want to SEE. Is that so much to ask for?
So... we have new neighbors. Be prepared for my vents. Something tells me they will happen quite frequently.
I can't believe it's the end of May, and I just started the fireplace. Brrr!
The Grumpy Princess almost caught herself a baby bird on our walk yesterday. Luckily I stopped her before her jaw clamped shut on the little one. I hope they learn to fly very quickly!!!!
...right now she's on her bed, running in her sleep. I've never had a Corgi this active in their sleep. Sadly, I think she gets more exercise asleep than she does awake. lol She is one L-A-Z-Y couch potato.
At the whole pirate shindig this past weekend, the crummy parents were out in full force. How hard is it to tell your kids to stop doing something they shouldn't be?!! Now I know I don't always have the world's greatest patience with other people's kids, but my DH has the patience of a saint with them, and when he's getting mad - you know they are BAD. What's worse, the one kid was obviously sick and should have been at home - I couldn't slather on enough hand sanitizer on us all. If any of us get sick, I swear I am going to SCREAM.
I tried to cut the cord on Netflix for the Summer (I cycle it in and out) since the calendar is filling up with fun stuff, but DH whimpered. I don't get it, it's not like there is exactly a shortage of things to watch that we already have.
Lost Zombies is a zombie themed social network whose goal is to create a community generated zombie movie.
Or even better Zombie Pub Crawl. If only we lived in Minneapolis. Though, drinking + running from zombies doesn't really mix. Of course, if you really want to get rid of someone, just let 'em drink.
We actually went on a ghost pub crawl once, years ago. Complete waste of time - they'd give you a two minute ghost related story about the pub/bar you were in, and then a half an hour of drinking would commence. *yawn* Sorry, we were already a little too old for that behavior - and sadly, I think we were the youngest people on the tour. The funny thing? Multiple people kept coming up to me telling me they loved my costume.
I wasn't wearing a costume. That was me, 100% in the flesh. *shakes her head*