I spent the last two days house-sitting for the Packs, which meant I slept in a real bed, a soft one with a temperpedic (sp?) mattress pad and no less than seven pillows on it. Now my back is killing me from sleeping on a soft bed for the first time in years.
I also got to babysit the dog, Kodie, and the 20-some chickens. I've decided I don't just hate ravens. I hate all birds. Stupid chickens. Every time I tried to get their water thing to fill it up, about six of them would peck at my hands, and they never stopped their incessant chirping, no matter what time it was, and they kept trying to fly out of the cage (succeeded three times, too) and they smelled bad and made a big mess. Besides that, they're ugly. Even uglier than my little sister. (Partly because my sister got really pretty, but I'm not about to tell her that. Oh, oops, I kind of just did.) But seriously, I can see why people kill chickens. Because they're ugly and stupid and smelly and mean and not really good for anything else.
Having use of a kitchen was a dangerous thing.... I baked some brownies that surprisingly turned out really really really well, which is new and exciting. But I also cooked a new invention that ended up making me really sick all night. There's a reason I don't cook, remember?
Hm... so I got to work with Steven all day today, which I actually enjoyed. Steven has a habit of stopping working to talk to you, but most of the time, you can just remind him to get back to work and he will without getting offended. I really appreciated working with him today mostly because I really wanted someone to talk to, and Steven is one of the only people who works here that I feel like I can talk to about almost anything, because he actually listens and actually seems to care. He often asks me to tell him stories, which always makes me happy, because if you know me well, you know I love telling stories. Heck, I was in Storytelling Club in college. Very briefly, because it overlapped with the improv team I started, but still.... I don't get the chance to tell many stories anymore. Most of the time, when I start to tell a story, people don't react and seem to get bored with the story, so I feel obligated to hurry up and get to the point. No, dear coworkers, I'm not trying to blame or point fingers or anything like that, honest. Just saying I really enjoyed working with Steven today.
I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday for the first time since I was like five. It was a lot funnier than I remembered it being. I laughed my way through most of the movie. But the special edition has a scene that definitely wasn't in the original version I watched. It included a song called To Be Human Again, and I honestly felt like it didn't add anything to the movie. In fact, it put three songs back-to-back-to-back, which almost made me start to lose interest. F-minus. But yeah. Funny movie.
That's all for now. Toodles!
3 comments:
Oh, yes, a bed, a dog, and someone to listen to you! Sounds like you have it all!
Corgis are so cute lol ;o
anyway
I like your stories too!
I just wish I had some more interesting stuff to share to you as well :P
ohhhh, you are so dead... don't even try to correct it with your "she's so pretty" comment.
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