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Today the wind was blowing so hard the rain was coming down sideways. Very weird. Very blustery. The power flickered a lot, but never went out here. People in other places lost their power, and some are still without lights.

Another storm is coming in tomorrow and it promises worse wind. Yay! If I put little parachutes on the kittens and toss them up into the jet stream, do you think I can send them off to find new homes? Yeah, me neither.

I spent more time out of bed than in bed today, so that's a good thing, right? I managed to get the kitchen cleaned up, found out that all the good pizza had been eaten (grrrr) and even made chicken fajitas and a vanilla chocolate chip cake for dinner. Go me!

Tomorrow, if the wind isn't too scary, I plan on going out and doing the majority of my shopping. Thank the Lord for plastic, or it wouldn't be happening. Sigh.

jingle bells...jingle bells...jingle all the way into bankruptcy.....


  1. Anonymous10:10 AM

    hey, re the kitties; it works for spiders. if it works for something no bigger than a quarter then it ought to work for cats, right? in face, you could be setting off a major evolutionary trend in future cats. keep your home free of unwanted crawling AND flying pests with the amazing new ARACHNACAT!
    and then when THEY have kitties, they will all fly away like little mewing dandelion puffs.
    i think you ought to contact muppet labs RIGHT NOW.

  2. Anonymous10:12 AM

    that would be, 'in FACT'.
    IN FACT.


  3. Teenagers and kittens soon to be cats !!! Jingle all the way !!!
    Oh what fun it is to ----- !!

  4. Kill them? Give them away? Argh.

    I swear, she's trying to make me senile before my time.

  5. Anonymous8:26 AM

    FN here..
    over 1 million customers in the dark this morning. i hope you have avoided this fate and came through the rain, wind, thunder, lightning, hail, snow and falling trees (!!!??? no f****** s***!!!!!) unscathed. you guys got HAMMERED!
    lissen-my email is :
    if you need anything, chickie, gimme a dingle.
    FN as a no name mouse

  6. I'll race you into bankruptcy

  7. Sharon J6:25 PM

    Whether or not it's good to spend more time out of bed than in depends on what kind of activities you could be enjoying in the bed I suppose. I take it I could read back and discover you've had something boring like the flu?

  8. No, no flu. Other, less fun things.

    FN, you're sweet We did lose power from Thursday till Saturday night. We're good now. It was sooooo c-c-c-c-cold inside my house. I'm thankful for heat right now.

    Richard, I'll beat you for sure. I have four children.


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