Saturday, May 5, 2012

Walkies!

Biscuit does like having her "secondary human" back and gullible enough to fall for the "I need an extra walk" routine. For a 13-year-old dog, she certainly has her energy, and if the extra walks keep mine up, all the better.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Favorite Hauntings

What I did not eat today (or yesterday, since I'm posting this a day late and a dollar short), but I really should get back to our favorite burger joint soon. I tend not to have burgers there, but perhaps I should make an exception soon. Burger. Mmmm.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

It Was a Hot Time in the Driveway Last Night

The kid made himself a flamethrower. It's not the most useful item there is, but it will do if we encounter a ground wasp nest. Or a hunk of beef that needs cooking, though I'm not sure how practical that would be. I could make a sexist comment about males and fire, but I greatly enjoyed playing with matches as a child. Still do, though I haven't yet asked the kid if I can borrow his new toy.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

The High Life

They say that sleep deprivation rivals intoxication in terms of the effects. Having now slept just three of the last 39.25 hours, I can attest that they are right. Of course, intoxication usually results from a better time than marathon and redeye air travel offer, but what the heck. I might as well enjoy whatever high I can manage for as long as I can until I can't.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

reLAXing

The stars were not out at Los Angeles International Airport except for this one on a ceiling. It was a long day killing time after missing a connection. There is only so much one can do on little sleep. I resisted buying Hello Kitty merchandise for one friend (sorry, Ellobie!) and chocolate for myself, not wanting to carry extra things now or pounds later.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Paging Warren

I am resisting the urge to search on Facebook for the several Warrens I have known over the years just to tell them that their name in the Australian aboriginal language means "wombat." I don't mean that in a bad way; I can think of lots worse things to have one's name mean.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Walkin' One's Pig

No pets, I understand, especially since this sign appeared at a nature preserve. Lots of people might be out on a drive with their dog in the car and decide to stop in. But their cat in the car? And where did that pig come from?