Saturday, June 28, 2003

Stewie was very bad while I was gone today. He chewed up three of Walker's books and a picture from when he was in the Porsche Racing Club.
He brought none of his toys down to play with while I was gone.
I'm not sure what to do with him tomorrow while I go to the Tea Party and to get Walker.
Maybe if I take him for a really long walk and then leave him in his cage. But I feel guilty about that, and I'm not sure what Walker would suggest.

Wednesday, June 25, 2003

Traveling always makes me feel out of sorts when I get back. Adding to this are the remnants of the party scattered all over the house, including, but not limited to:
A bottle in the kitchen that says "Draco Malfoy sucks Frodo cock"
A square patch of hair clinging to my duvet cover, about 6" inches wide.
The inability to find my toothbrush.
Why someone would steal my toothbrush, instead of Squee's nifty Sonicare one, I don't know. So it must be around somewhere.

Sunday, June 22, 2003

Things that have tried to be run over by us (they failed):
An entire family of Quail, with a parent leading
A jackrabbit.
Walker's Aunts got me the latest Harry Potter book as a birthday present.
I am restraining myself from reading it constantly, and actually paying attention to them.
I am such a good girl.