In Which I Take Notes

February 03, 2012

I tried to publish this picture on the Facebook page, which is where I've been doing the majority of my chatting lately (majority = all), but then it was too big, and so you couldn't really see it. And I was like, well, shit! If only there was an online location where I could PUT a large image of this kind! But where on the internet will I ever FIND such a place?

I'm an idiot. Also, the dogs are different, as you can see in this high-quality image that was drawn on a legal pad when possibly I should have been listening to something else. This is very probably only funny to me.

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I Wish This Had Only Happened Once.

Ha. "A place to publish things that isn't Facebook." Oh, I'm still chuckling over that one. Like Zuckerbwhatever would ever let that happen! Or the Google people, for that matter. Although, I am less upset about Google infringing on all our privacy rights, because I strongly believe that I need babysitting pretty much all the time. And I dream of an online search engine where I can type in, "Where the hell are my keys?" and have the answer be, "In the left pocket of your jacket, moron. Also, the stove is still on and you are wearing two different shoes. TRY AGAIN." Google! Set your satellites on "supervise!" I'm the one with the bits of fucking BUNNY IN THE YARD. (People who this is not going to be funny to = Brian, my poor vegetarian husband who had to come running in response to my 7 a.m. banshee screaming, to clean up bunny bits and thwock them over the fence while I shrieked in a non-helpful manner, and Bo whimpered like he was dying, and Gimmme ran around in circles, all, "WHERE AIR SNACK GOING?")

Point being: oh! Hello, blog! And for all of y'all not on Facebook with the rest of us minions: hello to you, too! You look awesome. Especially without bits of bunny in your hair.

P.S.: Oh, and apparently comments are broken again, and everyone is getting a damn error, and hello to YET ANOTHER REASON I probably should just stick to Facebook and allow Google to tell me what to do with myself. Dear Google: please fix the comments. XOXO! Anyway, in case Google doesn't come through, I'll keep screwing with it myself. Thanks for letting me know!

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