Kitties In (& Around) Da House!
/What do I do when I'm avoiding work? Photograph cats, of course. I may not have written the Great American Novel yesterday, but I did get these photos:
The neighbor's cats, Spike & Snowball, pay a visit.
What do I do when I'm avoiding work? Photograph cats, of course. I may not have written the Great American Novel yesterday, but I did get these photos:
The neighbor's cats, Spike & Snowball, pay a visit.
When do you know you’re in love? For me, I can pinpoint the exact moment when I knew, without reservation, that Blair was the man for me.
We had gone to the mountains for a quick romantic get-away and were on our way back home. We had the radio tuned to an oldies station and the song The Witch Doctor came on. Remember this?
♫I told the witch doctorI was in love with youI told the witch doctorI was in love with you
And then the witch doctor, He told me what to do
He said that
Ooo eee, ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla, bing bang
Ooo eee ooo ah ah ting tang
Walla walla bing bang...♫
I rode my stationary bike today. Given the level of mental and physical effort involved, I kind of feel like there should be a parade thrown in my honor or at least some sort of commerative plaque involved. Barring that, I'll give you a rundown on how it went.
Today's FURMAN workout called for 45 minutes on the bike. Seven minutes at an easy pace, 30 minutes at a moderate pace, and 8 minutes cooldown at an easy pace.
I haven't been on a bike in years so I knew it wouldn't be easy, but I also went in thinking of all the leg muscles I've built up from running the past several years and that I was only being asked to do a moderate workout.
"It will be a little challenging but not too bad," were my thoughts as I hopped on the bike and started the timer. "I've got this."
Blair and I saw a movie the other day with a couple with whom we've been friends for years. Lovely people - smart, intelligent, funny, great parents, etc. Which is why I was horrified to discover the secret they'd kept hidden from us all these years. They are, and perhaps always have been... movie talkers.
I get a little nervous when people talk to me during the previews of a movie, although I've relaxed my stance on that since so many commercials take the place of previews these days. Plus, people often settle into silence once the main attraction starts. But talking during a movie? Uh-uh. Nope. I have to take a stand.
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