I asked Elizabeth and Andrea what I should write about them on the web tonight. Elizabeth told me to write how I was Robo-Aunt and when she ordered Robo-Aunt to sit down I fell on my butt. So there, I wrote it. I repeated this pratfall endlessly as they assembled new Robo-Aunts from the "build-your-own aunt kit". Robo-Aunt is a slightly flawed cyborg that responds only partially to commands or confuses the commands. On being ordered to sit, Robo-Aunt does not look for a chair. Robo-Aunt turns when commanded but not necessarily in the direction you expect. This makes Robo-Aunt dizzy, which leads to more and more creative pratfalls. It also makes Robo-Aunt tired. Very tired.
Didn't see any stray cats at Mrs. Reed's today.
Fingers didn't freeze on the steering wheel today. Nor are they freezing now as the heat is actually on.
Still no official word from Nikkster the trickster the coyote of childhood friends. Repeat after me: this is not my problem this is not my problem this is not my problem this is not my problem...
Have spent precious little time at Starbucks of late so haven't seen any Larrys or Dicks or Tom or Julie lately. I heard on the news that the Masschusetts state college system is going to have a big tuition cut, which will mean budget cuts, which will mean who knows what to my coffee buddies (they don't all teach at state colleges but a bunch of 'em do).
Bought a new bulb for the headlight that burned out the other night but didn't get a chance to put it in before I had to pick up the kids at school. Had to get it from the dealer. The local discount stores don't seem to sell auto parts anymore and the dealer was closer than the local (for some values of local) NAPA store.
Oh and those weren't Little Gulls the other day, they were Bonaparte's Gulls. Good thing I'm not in charge of the rare bird hotline. Better go back and change the journal entry again.
Oh, and I finally picked up the RI bird checklist from the Audubon society so I can check that off my to do list.
Is this what they mean when they say get a life?
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