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Postcard of Space Needle - 50 cents.

Cost of postcard postage to Canada - 50 cents. Entertainment derived from anonymously sending a complete stranger a postcard pretending to be a squirrel? Priceless. I have no idea why I do some of the things I do, believe me. But given the fact that I've done it, how weird is it that DrinkJack sent me a picture of a squirrel?

Ok, I did something today that I think may shock some of you. I apologize in advance. I don't want to upset you. But, after I came back from running an errand this afternoon, I... well... you see.... I WORKED OUTSIDE IN THE YARD! shhhh... don't be scared. It was freaky for me too. Actually, it was not so much the yard as the driveway. Over the past week we've had a lot of rain and wind storms. My driveway was covered in twigs, branches, needles and pine cones. Today was really the first day without rain, so I swept the driveway. It's not a huge driveway, but it does curve to the side so it's larger than one of those regular driveways. Normally, Ron uses a leaf blower to clean off the driveway. But it needs servicing. It's got no blow, right now. Only Ron is patient enough to use it. I just wanted to clear off the driveway, not eat off it. So I used a large broom. I did it by hand!

Afterwards I was totally done in, so I had to come inside and read books. Speaking of which, I got a package in the mail today, well, yesterday actually, from England. Yes! How exotic. Elle sent me a book about Lord Byron. Except, in this book, Lord Byron is Vampire!! Oooooo... she knows how I love a good vampire story. Why shouldn't Lord Byron be a vampire? It fits. And the book has the price in pounds on it! Trés European.

Stupid daylight savings time starts tonight. I hate losing an hour. Anything that deprives me of precious weekend time or sleeping time is not okay.

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*faint*

i don't understand. what is "work outside in the yard"?

is this something you saw on the history channel?

well, apparently, people go outside and they do stuff in their yards. it's INSANE. they mow lawns, wash cars, plant gardens, pull weeds, clean stuff off their roofs. Why you want to go outside and do housework, I have no idea. i don't even do that inside the house.

so you can imagine the whole thing was rather distressing for me.

People do what?!?! Why? Are they insane?

i know!!! I guess the answer is "yes. yes they are insane."

oh my god, all my neighbors are insane.

you worked in the yard? it's like i don't even know you anymore. who are you?

it's ok fee! i immediately came inside and assumed a position of sloth. i probably laid down! feeling faint from all the exertion.

Yes, yes. You were exposed to sunlight. Blah blah blah manual laborcakes. What's the name of this book about vampires? That's the important part of this story.

der, doofus, just look in the right hand column and follow it down to "books i am reading now." there's a cover image and a link.