Oh So Thrilling Sunday

Well today would be Sunday but I haven't gotten around to the fun laundry yet since I'm just enjoying having the house to myself which means I don't have to get dressed if I don't want to but I will have to change because I'll be doing the laundry and I don't feel like wearing the same jammies again without cleaning them. Is it me or does this bee look like a bear? I'm not a fan of the bugs with the exception of butterflies which I don't really consider bugs and of course ladybugs since they are cute but I'll make an exception for this little guy.

At first I thought he was sniffing an ornament. Well he had something in his hand so I thought ornament but that would be a flower. Where did my brain go since it obviously went missing again. I even got a crazy idea for a Supernatural story so Eric don't even think about stealing this idea since I just might use it. Sure I did a drabble with a Flowbee but how about a demon barber that cuts hair and then kills people. Yes my brain is strange but you should already know that unless this would be your first visit so you might not have caught on yet.

Sammy in case you haven't noticed hasn't had good hair lately. It might have something to do with his walk on the dark side with that as the Brits would say slapper that I refuse to buy as Ruby since there's just something off about her and okay it could be crappy acting but I'll keep that under my hat for now even though I'm not wearing a hat. Just because you're going evil doesn't mean you have to have bad hair. Angelus still had good hair so there's no excuse for not getting that hair cut boy so I might actually write something up which is obviously going to fall into the category of crackfic. If only I knew about that sooner since I seem to have a cracked brain or would that be mind? Hell I think I'll just go with both being cracked.

So after lunch I'm going to pick up the pen well unless I'm not done with the chapter I'm reading yet and get to writing since I have a few ideas. Yeah I never got to writing anything yesterday which happens. I did some thinking though about ideas so it's not like I didn't do anything and what a relief it was that I was able to remove that fuzz from the keyboard. I think it might have been a piece of my blanket which I think I may have eaten a piece of during my sleep. But I shall pick up a pen today which I did yesterday since I did watch Supernatural again so I could do my thing. Oh that just sounded dirty which unfortunately it wasn't since there was no dirty at all. Sorry to disappoint.

I wonder if shells have a expiration date. I tried one out of the package and it tasted okay so I'm going to risk it even though I have three packages or rather bags of the stuff with no dates at all. I know one is relatively new but I'm not sure which one I grabbed. So if there isn't a post tomorrow that means I died of bad shells. Wow I'm actually cooking or at least my version of cooking since it requires a saucepan along with boiling water and cooking until soft. I'm upstairs so there's no danger of me setting off the fire alarm like I did with the boiling eggs that I completely forgot about. Oops!

I might even tackle some vacuuming later on but first I'll want to write something since I have an idea that I just need to get out and of course I'm going to see if I can do anything with the demon barber. I'm not kidding either since I'm going to see if I can write something since I need to at least get the boy a haircut if only in my head which sounds weird but you might know what I mean or not. I should put up a warning label that this blog may cause confusion and accidental amusement.

Well isn't that special I can dance away my trouble spots. But I have a few questions about where the spots go. As far as I know I don't have spots although I guess freckles could count as spots. What am I a Dalmatian? How do these people find me and email this crap? Do they have a special dance for the girls with two right feet? So that's another click of the flag and off to the spam box you go. I think this is why I travel around from email to email because I get sick of weeding through the garbage. Why can't I have a nice email that doesn't get a bunch of junk not to mention rude questions?

Fingers crossed that I won't be found in the house a victim of bad shells lying on the floor with vomit and whatever other fluids crop up when you're killed by old food. I wonder if I could get a gig as a obituary writer. Do they need commas in them? At least I admit to my comma phobia although I do use them once in a while and I think I might have used them correctly fairly recently in some drabbles and this wouldn't be a list or line of dialogue comma usage since I know how to do that. I guess I missed that day in English or more likely ditched while people were learning about commas. I'm off to check the shells to see if they are soft or still crunchy.

Currently Reading: Spellbinder by Melanie Rawn and Eternal Lover by JR Ward