My desk has a little cubby hole instead of a drawer. This is where all the string resembling things go in my house when Hemlock brings them to me. Because, I shouldn't be on the computer, I should be playing with him and his string. He's absolutely obsessed. If he sees string, his whole expression changes. I can't explain it. It's like immediate hypnosis. Well, I am cutting patterns and there was a long scrap piece of material, and I let him play with it. Now... he thinks any scrap of this material will turn into string, and he will be played with if he brings it to me.
I haven't been all that bloggy lately because I've been out walking and busting my behind in an effort to um.. bust my behind. So, until I adjust, I'm all out of whack. Also, I'm trying to figure out how to eat. Strange thing it is to have to work out harder to lose weight, and find out that part of an active metabolism is that you get hungrier. I mean, it makes sense if you drive your car further, you use more gas. But I don't think I should fuel my tank on french fries. Which seems to be what I am craving lately. Which, I am going to cut beack because I've finally experienced a negative side effect of salty french fries. It's called bloating. I could not believe how horrible I felt this morning. oy.
Feeling a wee bit better. I think I'll give my feet one more day to deal with these blisters before I start tackling the walking again. I'll wake up early again tomorrow just to make sure.
Thrilling. My life.
Posted by hawkie at February 25, 2004 08:33 PMheh...
cats. I love them.
With mine, its rubberbands. I ALWAYS have rubberbands because they bring them to me~
Maybe that is where Calima gets her rubberbands? from the neighborhood kitties?
:D
mogs
Posted by morgan at February 27, 2004 01:00 PM