I’m a Boston native. I’m so native, in fact, that I haven’t moved away from my hometown. I didn’t even move when I was in college – I commuted to the next town. I’m so native that Hubby is born and raised from one town over. Needless to say, I should sound like I’m an extra in Good Will Hunting.
The Stripey and White Ones Plot Will Fail
You’ve seen the stares. The strategically placed cat toy. You know what your cat is thinking. You’re not alone in this, as my cats think the same thing. I took a quiz to see if the cats were plotting my demise, and it turns out that they are. It explains why Stripey won’t let me trim her claws and why
Tastes Like Chicken?
Bradford Literary had in their Twitter feed yesterday a cannibal quiz. So, of course I had to check it out. It’s about twelve no brain questions and ate up maybe 5 minutes tops. I taste like mesquite chicken. [Update 2/6/10: after retaking it, I now taste like undercooked chicken. Something my uncle Bob knows a thing about.] It’s a sick
I’m a Goner
Created by Oatmeal So I wouldn’t survive a zombie apocalypse or a bite. Maybe I should read the Zombie Survival Guide, huh? What did you get? And while you’re here, read about The Infestation!
Since I’m Thinking About It…
I clearly need a new name for this place. Since I like to send notes to the blog itself, I’m thinking that should be the title. Anyone out there in blogland want to leave your thoughts? Should this blog be renamed “Notes to Blog”?(online surveys)