Here we go. This shows you just how scintillating my life is. I got out of the house last Saturday. Took the whole day off.

I bought curtains.

Photographers? Close your eyes. I know it’s blurry. It’s a limited camera, and my eyes are blurry as well. I didn’t want to use flash because of the sunlight from the side window showing up the guitar

Just so you know, I didn’t buy all three on the big day. No, only the side panels, which were on two for the price of one. The middle panel has been up since I moved in. It’s a sheet. I bought the clip on hardware so I could convert any fabric into curtains. I figured in winter, I could grab the quilt from the loveseat and slap it on the window for insulation. I like the simplicity, and umm…frugality of the concept.

Bite me. I don’t get out much.

I spent the entire day on cake wrecks.Not commenting on blogs, not reading blogs, other than that one.

I suck.

Didn’t even work today.

Double suck.

I had an MSN messenger conversation with one of my nieces, CutiePie, whereby she asked me if I had a man in my life yet.

WP: I’ve decided to sublimate my urges into the consummation of carrot cake.

CP: Not afraid of getting fat?

WP: Welcoming it. Keeps those pesky mens at bay.

CP: You have a point. What are the benefits? (She’s young)

WP: Carrot cake doesn’t leave its dirty drawahs lying on the floor.

CP: (immediately getting it) Carrot cake doesn’t leave the toilet seat up.

WP: Carrot cake doesn’t hog the remote control.

CP: Carrot cake doesn’t fart in bed and pull the covers over your head.

WP: Carrot cake doesn’t find fault with your relatives.

CP: Carrot cake doesn’t cheat on you.

WP: Carrot cake doesn’t expect the world to revolve around it when it’s sick.

CP: Carrot cake doesn’t give you any lip.

WP: You win!

I keep a little notebook beside me to jot down memory triggers for stories that I might like to tell here.

Presently, I have twenty three items in my notebook.

Do I have a post I want to write?

No, sadly, I do not.

I think my last remaining brain cell went for a walk and forgot to come home.

If you see it, tell it I miss it, will you?

What did I have for supper Sunday evening?

Strawberry Twizzlers.

They’re cheap, very filling, and require no cooking.

I’m kind of in a twizzler blogging mode.

Even a visit from Warrior Woman (bearing wine) elicited no bloggable stories this time. Or maybe the wine made me forget them.

After a few hours, I felt guilty that I hadn’t fed her. (She brought wine, people!) so called for takeout from a nearby establishment.

That was the extent of my cooking ambition.