So... I love this woman. I've never met her. She' d probably irritate me in real life. But OHMYGOD, we are astrally connected on another plane of existence. Really. Only she knits and I make wall tapestry quilts. And she has three cats, and I have one. So far.
CrazyAuntPurl
Go there. Read that. Then, let me tell you about the garlic growing IN A CLOSED GLASS CONTAINER in my kitchen, that I had just this morning decided to plant, because I am so proud of it. And the fuzzy cat bed I bought for Abbigale out of guilt, and that she still wants nothing to do with, even though she has clearly decided that it belongs to her, so I can't get rid of it. And the way I felt about MY first-Christmas-after-divorce fake tree and it's strange similarities to the way SHE felt about HERS ...Or was that too much information? =)
I'll bet she's the actress they found to play my role in the sitcom... Yup... That's got to be why she's so familiar... and so much funnier, too!
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Actually, I think she has 4 cats (Bob, Frankie, Roy, Sobakowa). One of whom is my cat reincarnated (Soba).
And my veggies don't live in my crisper drawer anymore...because they get gross and become liquid like her cucumber did (ICK!!). Instead, I hide my chocolate there. ;)
Hey, Gussie here, wondering if pickled beats are drunk poets reciting self-unconscious poetry, or if you meant pickled BEETS, oh yeah, those are beyond comprehension, the ones that come in cans. Yikes. I need to have a little lie-down after letting that image come into my mind.
And also, you're neglecting to add my very fine adjective, assholular, to your list of good words.
And I look forward to the transfer of the small pumpkins, who will freeze their little stems off up here.
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