Um hello...you left me your beer Sir!
I certainly had the better deal, but really I wanted the cheese and juice we'd purchased. So, here I am again...sitting...waiting...
...and hoping I don't have to yell: Hands off my basket ya damn dirty ape!!!!
I'm sure I wouldn't -really- yell that...maybe.
- Watch Dog Muse
Imagination creates sleight of hand, I see movement and apparitions that aren't there. Distraction, like a stiff drink, I crave. I find the radio, but only hear static.
Pops. Sizzles. Faint voices.
I shiver.
My day started off like 'The Mist' but ended with 'Silent Hill ll'. I have the radio...but my Goddess, where's my stick with the nail? At least I'm in the van and not on foot, it's something so Pyramid Head doesn't get me.
- Just Call Me James
I like indestructible things.
So, for a long while now, I've had this item in the back of my head. While it's been available to order over the phone and online, I've avoided making the purchase. I figured; give it long enough and it'd wind up on the shelves at a local retailer. And...it did. While running amuck in Bed Bath & Beyond I found a number of them hanging out at the end of an aisle. For $9.99 if it did as it claimed, I'd have years and years of use, far longer than any other wallet I've owned.
Half way home I decided to inspect the days purchases. When I got to the Aluma Wallet and managed to get into their (what felt like) indestructible packaging, I found nothing but disappointment. Here's what I discovered:
Durable and indestructible? No, I'm afraid the Aluma Wallet is not. In fact, I'm not sure it could handle being placed in a back pocket and its owner having a sit on it. So, buyers beware, if you're looking for a tough as nails wallet, this is not the wallet for you. I think it'd be more appropriate as a child's dress-up accessory, though I'd wager down the road it'd be held together by a rubber band or stylish ribbon.
Needles to say, this purchase was returned and a replacement refused.
I have no idea what it is.
I thought it was on the outside of the window, but it's not.
This is gross.
What kind of alien life form imploded on the inside of my window beside my computer screen?
Yuck!
- I've Been Slimed
Growing up, I was always reprimanded to both sit and act like a lady when wearing a dress. The worse kind of embarassment was to flash ones undergarments or unmentionables in a public place. If that was the case and I wore this...I think I'd be disowned. Would this gown count as indecent exposure?
Although, if I were a health teacher this gown would make an interesting teaching tool in the classroom. I'm imagining the reactions in my head. Luckily, I'm no teacher so this is a trauma a classroom would be spared.
I wonder if a male outfit was deisgned to go along side this nether region ganderment? Post one if you find one.
Oh fashion...is this what it means to be edgy and fierce?
- Vaginista
It was after midnight and I was sitting at the keyboard letting thoughts pool and notions manifest when I felt eyes. Feeling watched is nothing unusual in the house as two slinking felines move in and out of shadows to inspect the activities of their humans. However, these eyes felt strange…
As sunshine has become an entrée these past few days rather than a rare dessert, J and I have been leaving the front door open to let a cooling breeze through. It was through the screen door I felt the weight of a curious stare.
Glancing away from the glow of my computer screen I slanted a glance to my right expecting to see Roz at the front door. Seeing an outline and shook my head, except realized the face was on the wrong side of the screen. For a moment my heart plummeted thinking, “She got out! She got out!”
Calling out to J who was asleep on the couch, I glanced to the screen to see the face and a little black hand pressed palm flat on the screen. My eyes got big. Its eyes got big and it quickly ducked down. Half-way out of my chair I stopped and blinked, forcing my eyes to focus. Two seconds later, the face appeared again…though this time the mark of the bandit was clear around its equally curious stare.
Sly Cooper had paid us another visit.
Returning to my seat, I waited – watched. Sly and I played peek-a-boo a few more times until he decided it was time to move on, whatever tasty morsels he’d found on the deck had been gobbled and he had other stops before morning and as quickly as he’d manifested in the door, like a ninja, he disappeared soundlessly down the steps and into the dark.
I’m sure they’re nightly, if not weekly, visitors on our deck. J and I first met the three bandit racconis on Thanksgiving. When the snows came, we found evidence of their return on the thirteen steps that lead to our deck. I wasn’t sure if their visits had stopped, but tonight tells me that at least one of them is still hanging around. As summer approaches, I’m sure there will be more. The three from Thanksgiving werelast summer’s babies, I’m sure they will be having their own hordes of peeping toms.
This photo is from Thanksgiving morning, I’d have snapped another shot tonight, but I never made it to the door and it was fun playing boo-peek with the neighborhood wildlife. As far as peeping toms go…this one is okay in my book. I can imagine seeing scarier things starring back at me through the screen door…I’ll take one of these squat and furry bandits peeping in any day.
So, if I fail to answer...just speak into the cat.
- Angel (with an) a
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