See Ya'll Tonite!

I know where I'm going...

Do you?

Also...

If anyone out there is paying any attention to something I’m mostly trying to keep on the DL. What I really want for my birthday is:
A pole bird feeder
Rocks
Paving stones
2 hose winders (on stakes not attach to the house kind.)

Heat wave causes brain freeze

I am in the middle of writing something interesting, but yesterdays heat wave made everything come to a shuddering halt. Even the classic chocolate malt that I got to try to make myself not a stupid, bitchy, zomboid would not initially digest and just slooshed around inside me for a couple hours adding to my misery. By the time I got it relatively cool in here I was braindead.
Today I will try to write at work, where there is AC and everything is it’s own seperate entity because it’s not stuck together with hot moisture and where I can be soothed by cool, papery whispers, of air tendrils.

Temporary blissitude

House all to my self (bar cats). Music on the big stereo. Cookin’ and mucking. Full up with Indian food. Cool, lovely rain. Head wet from same. Grumbly thundering. Ahhh.

1st Floor Cat Toy Roundup

1 - Wool Bone
1 - Light-up koosh ball
1 - Cat brush (alternate)
1 - Milk jug cap
1 - Former grape now 1/2 way to raisin
3 - Marbles
3 - Large super balls
8 - Small super balls
27 & 1/2 - Foil balls

Werewolves of Camden

OK, everybody knows a werewolf can be killed with a silver knife or bullet. But what about silver-plate? I mean how many people do you know who have a solid silver knife just hanging around? But almost everybody has some pitted up, crappy old silver-plated silverware in the kitchen junk drawer. If silver-plate would do, could you even just thunk him with a spoon?
And if that works then why couldn’t I just triumphantly toss the silver unicorn necklace I got for my thirteenth birthday over his head? Or pop him in the third eye with that giant clunker of a silver and turquoise ring from 1974?
Where would one go to find these things out ahead of time?
Because I certainly don’t want my corpse to be discovered wearing that shit, with a tarnished, ten cent, yard sale, spoon in my hand.