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Life is a Bore
Life is a Bore… when you’re not in Paris
Life is so boring to report now that I’m not in a foreign country. Actually today wasn’t boring at all but it wasn’t boring in a bad way, meaning things were in an upheaval in a bad way. I hate to sound like a whiner but our landlady is at it again. The good news is, our house is getting painted. Hopefully just in time for my post Paris party. The bad news is, the painters have spent the last twelve hours blasting the crap out of the walls with a water gun attached to a generator that reverberates so loud your teeth chatter. It has been impossible to concentrate all day long.
Some high points of the day were listening to Toby go off on our landlady’s answering machine and watching Lilly (the cat) try to hide in the tupperware cabinet for refuge. It’s that bad. Of course nothing bothers Pounce. (For the most accurate effect, turn up your volume to high before clicking on link.)
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Midnight Worries
Midnight Worries
I think my car missed me while I was away. It didn’t like sitting still at the curb for two weeks so it decided to let all of it’s oil drain out and then turn on it’s check engine light when I revved it up yesterday. Toby helped me add two quarts of oil but it was still pissed off at me and kept the check engine light on angrily. So now it’s at the shop and I’m walking everywhere, which is nothing new to me since I walked everywhere when I was in Paris.
Other than the car trouble, things seem to be back in the swing. I’m still a bit off with my timing…for example I’m typing this post at 5:14 in the morning and I’ve been up since 3… but that could be normal, I suppose. I’m a bit worried about my party this weekend. I tend to worry when I wake myself up at night. I sent the official invitations out on Monday, they should get to everyone by Thursday. Two days notice? Yikes. And most my friends are planners…. so I’m a bit nervous that no one will come. I always worry about these things. Must stem from those elementary school birthday parties where nobody came. But even if just three or four people show up, it will still be fun. (If you are thinking of coming, drop me a line so I can get an idea how much
two buck chuckfancy French wine to buy.)Yawn. I think I better stop worrying and go back to sleep.
