The girls (Jake and Sara) are out of town visiting relatives again, so I've got a couple Shih-tzus in the house. Got to nap with them stacked on top of me like cordwood for an hour or so. That was quite nice.

I finally got to read the "Willow & Tara" Buffy comic that Terry Moore did the artwork for. I have to admit that the writing left me kind of flat. I guess after reading Strangers In Paradise for so long I've gotten spoiled. I also read the newest SIP, #40, over lunch. Yow. The beginning of a new story arc. Worlds of possibilities ahead. None of them looking very sunshiney at the moment.

It did make me start thinking about a fantasy scenario of how it could happen for Katchoo and Francey to finally get together, though. A detailed fantasy. I think I might stop by the SIP site and see how Terry feels about adult-oriented fan fic. I have never, NEVER, written a piece of fan fiction before.

Stop making fun of me.

I haven't done it yet, okay?

I may just keep it to myself if you keep making faces like that.

I'm telling you, it will be HOT.

Shut up. I know I'm a geek.

Deb has called to let me know that she is too tired to shop for or cook dinner. But she's still going to the grocery store.

Deb: "I'm going to get staples [milk], but I'm too tired to decide what I want tonight."
Bad: "I'll cook, honey. Steaks [her earlier suggestion] sound fine."
Deb: "I'm too tired to pick them out."

So I think we're having anything that babies and toddlers passing in other carts throw into Deb's basket. Does anyone know a recipe for wetwipes, metamucil, canned tangerines, and beachball?