Marvin emailed me at work today about the Kate Spade bag, so I guess he IS still reading this blog. That little trick didn't work very well. And for those of you who wanted to see the Kate Spade bag I supposedly bought for $425, okay, see, I didn't really charge a Kate Spade bag on my credit card. I think I have 47 cents on my credit card. Is there a really good sale on Kate Spade bags I don't know about?
What I was doing, see, was lying about purchasing said bag in order to get Marvin's goat, because once he READ that I had done this dastardly deed he would yell at me, but what I was doing was seeing how many days passed before he read my blog. Are you seeing my plan now? So there is no picture to show you because the bag is not real.
In LA, there was this garment district, and they sold fake Kate Spade bags, except some of them had labels that read "Kade Spate." That always killed me.
So, today I tried to photograph pictures of my animal companions, to very limited avail.
Here's my feline-American and canine-American above. Do you think I'd make a fine photojournalist? I am good with the action sequences.
It's THEIR fault. They won't sit still for half a millisecond.
This is actually a rare shot of Ruby and Winston together. It is rare because they do not like each other, and those of you who have cats can probably see that Winston is .7 seconds from hauling off and smacking Ruby, as he is wont to do. Then Ruby will whine and run away and pee on the half an area rug we have exposed.
Our house is the least-warm and inviting house you have ever been to, because we can't have area rugs, because Ruby pees on them. You have been to high-security prisons with more warmth than our rooms. Well, plus, you have to stand behind that glass wall to make phone calls.
I really need to tidy up the fridge.
Oh! And yesterday I said I wished someone from New Zealand was reading and someone wrote in from…NEW ZEALAND! It was obviously my moment to get my wish, right there. How cool are we, hobnobbing with New Zealanders?
I guess that's all I have to tell you. I am going to go see The Reader tonight. There is nothing to top off a day of proofreading like going to watch a movie about somebody reading something. I am hoping this movie wipes the "Free Credit Report Dot Com" song out of my head, because it has been in there for two days and I am driving my coworkers insane, walking around singing it in the workplace.
Free credit report dot com. I should've seen it comin' at me like an atom bomb. WHY AM I SINGING THAT? I CAN'T STOP!