So many odds and ends and so little to make into a post of one subject. Guess I've never let that stop me from getting on here and spewing a bunch of malarkey before, so why start now? I know, I'm such a wild and crazy woman. And away they go!
*Attack Of The Money Sucking Flea Market is now playing in my neck of the woods. Don't bother to go and see it because you might get a good deal on some useless crap that I want and I can't let that happen. No matter how full my house is, I always need more useless crap in my life. Sugarbowl and I have not gotten any sleep the last 2 days because we can't wait to race down the road to the flea market and shop for ticks (sorry, bad joke, but it was right there, in my face, staring me down). When we got home yesterday we pulled out all our spoils from the day and piled them up in the middle of the living room so we could feast our eyes on them and talk about what a great deal we got on some of the stuff that is worth more than what we paid. Today is the last day which means that the purveyors will be even more willing to wheel and deal, because that beats having to haul it all back, and we will be there to help them lighten the load they have to haul home.
*I'm still not feeling great. After getting over the desire to spew my guts over everyone and everything in this house, I now am combating a sore throat and splitting headache. I'm supposed to do Tysabri tomorrow but think I'm going to call off.
*Sugarbowl, in her unending quest to plague the sh*t out of me, got herself some Sugar Gliders. I was angry at first because we are already an operating petting zoo, but she agreed that there will be no more pets brought into this house or I will start getting rid of some of hers. They were cute at first, but when we found out that the noises they make are LOUD, their cuteness dissipated quickly until they now are nothing more then vermin to me. They do this loud barking thing at night that sounds like a little yippy dog, the kind that makes your eardrums bleed from the sound of their bark. They did that for 22 minutes! BARK... 10 second interval... BARK... 20 seconds... BARK... 5 seconds... BARK... 25 seconds and I start to think it is all over... BARK! This all happened at 3:30 am. I never hurt animals, but after all that I started daydreaming about plastic bags sealed around 2 annoying Sugar Gliders...
A closing song for you. In the tune of Jingle Bells:
Off to the flea market
To shop for useless crap!
How many booths can I get through
Before I need my nap?
Ohhhh, jingle bells,
The flea market sells
Useless crap all day!
Up all night
Dying to wheel and deal
So get your ass out of my way, HEY!
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