People should be hooked to batteries that recharge with any leftover energy after they eat.

Thereby providing a green energy source and weight management all in one!

“Honey, I need an empty battery. I’m going to eat a pie.”

We’re having a bit of a fruitfly problem on occasion. I think maybe we need to put the apples in the fridge.

I felt something on my hand, glanced and saw a dark spot, then smacked my hand. WHAM! OW! CRAP!

The dark spot was a scab. I was out pruning the rose bushes earlier today, and roses like to prune back.

Fortunately, Steve wasn’t in the room.

Unfortunately, I felt the need to share my awesome stupidity with him and with YOU!

The drama continues. It isn’t anywhere, yet it has to be somewhere.

Bed pixies? Magical wood-dissolving powder? Really big termites with a taste for footboards?

I’ve angered a furniture god.

I’ve lost a BED.

It’s not like I have a house with 394 rooms and hidden passages and people named Lurch who might enjoy hiding a bed behind the secret staircase or something!

In my defense, the bed isn’t assembled. Losing an assembled bed would be slightly worse.

Still, how does one say to one’s sister, “O sister, I would like to return the bed unto you but, um, I lost it”?

She already thinks I’m deeply troubled. O sister, you are so, so right.

So far, I’m at $212. Vegas fears me!

Edit: Right after I posted, I hit spin again and am now at $231. FEAR!

Edit2: And right after I edited, I hit spin again and am now at $390. Bow before me!

Edit3: Um, $401. Even I fear me and my mad skillz.

… get the Interclue add-on. It simply rocks. Youbetcha.

I’ve not been online in the past couple of weeks as much as usual, so I haven’t been doing any updates to the Crossroads. Unfortunately, neither has anyone else except attempted Bulgarian spammers. I’m afraid this idea is either before, or after, its time.

So, I’m probably shutting it down. It’s not doing anyone any good as it is, and keeping the spammers off is just a pain. If I were in a better mood, I might have a different reaction but I’m not.

Speaking of Bulgarian spammers: Jeez Louise those people are stupid.

We adopted Bertram the Very Fuzzy Cat hoping that we could end our long streak of nothing-but-bad-news.

Instead, we are told that Bertram has a significant heart murmur. It could be nothing serious, or it could be a sign of something very bad like hypertrophic cardiomyopathy–a disease we’ve already dealt with in one cat.

Suck.

I have no IDEA.