Ramblings

Does anyone listen to Keane?

So tomorrow will be two full weeks since Dan has been in India, and I think when he returns I will kill him. I'm tired of missing people. That's all I do these days.

It seems they turned The Texas Chainsaw Massacre into a bakery. This is very unusual. I've yet to go up there as it's probably not good that there is a bakery a few feet from my townhouse. It's called the Queen of Tarts and it looks very cute. I rarely walk The Boys up that way anyway.

Right now there are big giant snowflakes rapidly falling. It's been like this all day - it lasts 2 minutes and then stops.

I hate, hate, hate the month of January. Hopefull my bestest auntie and uncle will come visit me this weekend. That would make this month a helluva lot better. That and a Louis Vuitton ... and some more work. Some fun, new projects. And a fat orange cat. And Clive Owen in my bed. YES!

Seems the BBC has taken Footballers' Wives off of reruns. Daft cows. The second season of Footballers' Wives Overtime starts this Sunday. Not a huge fan, but it'll do the trick.