Grrr.

Dear Sir:

You appear to have the mistaken impression that the words "likable" and "lickable" have the same meaning.

At least, I certainly hope that you meant you LIKE your dog. Anything else is simply more repugnant than I can imagine.

Of course, since you appear to keep your tongue pristine by instead applying some strange organ called a tounge in pursuit of your unnamed talents, I suppose it's all right in the end.

No, not that sort of end. PLEASE!

Honestly! If you're trying to give the impression that you're fun to date, do try not to type as if your fingers go into relentless spasms whenever confronted with a word over four letters! If you're old enough to date, you're old enough to buy a damn dictionary and look something up once in a while, and then spell it correctly.

Bad spelling is as atrocious a fault as showing up in filthy clothing, ungroomed, and reeking of wet dog-- unless you're meeting someone at the pound, in which case you can wear whatever you lick.
Sincerely,
Not Impressed With Bad Spellers

50+ days....

We need rain. Badly. Rain, cold, maybe even a little ice or snow. Give people some time off, time to be a little late to work because of the weather, not hot and sticky and miserable from the dry, smoky air that burns eyes and throats.

And no, the entire state isn't on fire. It just SMELLS like it.

What I did on my winter vacation.

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First, I trailed myself down to the knitting store and got a book with pictures of knitted socks. I swear, I don't need the instructions, I just need to know what a hand-knitted sock looks like. And I want pictures I can trail around with me, not have to find online.

Second, I went to the ba-ank and desposited my paycheck, then went to Office Depot and picked up packing boxes; assembled in the parking lot and boxed up stuff for the post awful.

I went to Ross Dress for Less and picked up a pair of jeans, a pair of khakis, some blue dress pants, and two dress shirts for-- get this-- $16. I SHOP LIKE A DEMON. "Thank you for shopping Mephco!"

I went by Wal-Mart and got some Hot Pocket "Extra crispy cheesy crust!" (it's TRUE) pepperoni pocket thingies which are, like, BEST EVAR-- they even feed my "cheese bread" craving that I haven't indulged in a long time. One is nuking now.

Then I went to the post awful and mailed off the package to hewet_ka_ptah (no, honey, I can't FIND the mailbox key, so I STILL haven't checked the mail) and a big box of books to a certain soldier guy who is NOT sappersgt. Yay, supporting the troops.

So now I'm home with a distressed raspberry danish (that is, btw, MUCH messier than distressed furniture, but tastier!) and a CHEESY CRISPY GOODNESS Hot Pocket and soon as I wind down, I think I'm going to bed.

That should be next week, at this rate.

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