I had the weirdest dream last night...I had confessed to M--er, you-know-who--that I like him over the phone, and the response was 'Uh...uh...uh...let me call you back in half an hour'. XD The last thing I remember was sitting with my phone in my hand waiting for that call back. Sadly enough, it beats being menaced by Norman Bates.
Actually, ANYTHING beats being menaced by Norman Bates. The man is not to be trusted around sharp utensils. *shudder*
Speaking of Norman Bates, Javert was caught dozing in my lap yesterday. (Rabbit trail of logic: Norman Bates--played by Anthony Perkins--who also played Javert--Javert is the name of the dog). Mom took the opportunity to snap a (very fuzzy) picture.
ABRUPT SUBJECT CHANGE! I was directed to a book series that stars a character named Honor Harrington--apparently it's like Horatio Hornblower. With a female protaganist. In space. :D And there's a character named Robert S. Pierre (if you don't get that, shame on your lack of basic French Revolution knowledge). These will have to be investigated. :D
The horses are bellowing and I have a house to clean this morning...and this afternoon...and I'm working at the gym this evening...so I shall say 'au revoir'.
Your easily distracted hostess,