Quizzes and aunt_tudi

Happy Friday, groovy peeples.

Thanks to everyone who added aunt_tudi to their friends list. She's not active on LJ yet, but give her time. She's totally new to the Intarwebs, so I figured LJ would be perfect for her to get acquainted with people and have access to all sorts of information without having to surf too much. She won't be online in any lengthy capacity until I get this computer fixed and/or I get the new laptop. So, that said, thanks for your patience and be on the lookout for a post from aunt_tudi in the near future!

Now, for quizzes. The week flew by, but I have very few quizzes to display. I just wasn't in a quiz-taking mood. That means I was very very sick. The last thing I do on my deathbed will be take a quiz, that's how addicted I am to them. It takes a lot to keep me away from sites like Quizilla.

( click for fun stuff )

"What's in your wallet?" and other tales of terror.

I'm trying to bide my time until Battlestar Galactica comes on tonight. So here I am here to torment the masses.

Earlier today, I spent over two hours on the phone and talked to 17 different people at Capital One trying to find out where the hell my car title is. I was finally informed that it was mailed out on 12/28, so I should get it any day now. Having to deal with so many idiots in such a short period of time gave me serious flashbacks to The Pit and I was literally in tears there for a brief period of time. They weren't girly oh-my-feelings-are-being-mooshed tears. They were ohmigawd-I'm-gonna-rip-somebody's-skin-off tears. It wasn't a pleasant experience. In fact, it gave me a headache and the desire never to pick up another phone for the duration of my existence here on Earth.

Sven came to dinner last night. He allowed me to step out in the back yard with him and take some glamour shots. Here's the result.

( ain't he cute? )

I just adore his little hands.

Now behold the candle that falkenna sent to me. In case you can't make it out, it says "Nemesis Now." How cool is that?

( candle )

I took some pics of Aunt Tudi and myself at the doctor's office on Wednesday. It's obvious we don't feel well.

( unwell )

After having experienced a hot flash, I am now down to a tee shirt and my hot pink boob pants. I just put the flannel shirt back on because I've been outside trying to get Shmoop to come home. It's after 7 and she's not home yet. This is highly irregular. HIGHLY. And I'm worried.

A good name for a band would be Knuckletoe. I thought about that when my the knuckle on my left big toe popped like a firecracker. Ow, fucking ow.

Found

Shmoop has been found. And I admonished her for her utter disregard of my calling plaintively for her to come home. Yeah, I heaped a hefty helping of Jewish guilt upon her little shoulders. She'll be sorry!