don't judge a

book by its cover. As pretty as it was, delicious it was not. While sitting in the window of the cupcake shop, I took a picture of myself. See me in Cosme's glasses?
While I'm on the topic of self portraits, here I am again.Yes, I'm lying on the ground with my legs up against the building.

i wonder what

could possibly be in this box. Oh yeah, it must be a guitar. Eric took out a loan to pay for this guitar, a Les Paul Menace. So far he likes it. So far I like him having a loan...the chores are endless. [Insert crazed "mwhahaha"-like laugh here.] We have list of possible chores with the amount that gets knocked off the balance after completing said chore. Oh, there's also a penalty for having a bad attitude.

i set up another

computer in the guest room a while back. After all the frustration with the laptop and installing my camera stuff on the kitchen computer, I gave up and started doing "my thing" on that computer. It has internet problems. My pictures go from the camera to that computer, from that computer to a cd and from a cd to the kitchen computer. Fine, I can deal with that...quite well actually. Eric spilled Diet Coke on the kitchen keyboard. In the middle of the night he stole my keyboard and set it up in the kitchen. Deep down I just know that one day I might have good luck with a computer and get by without so many problems.

here's lucille

napping on the recycling bag.

Here she is hugging Strat. (Well, playing.)

Here's a better idea of their size difference.

Every once in a while I'll let her in the laundry room to play with Strat. He likes to play with her but she starts growling and hissing. Then she goes back out to kill June bugs. She was on the front walkway yesterday when I opened the door. Strat got out and went to grab her. Then it was as if he realized how hot it was outside and said, "screw this, I'm going back in with the a/c". I didn't even have to chase him, he turned around and ran back inside.