Notes from the Universe

I’ve been getting these via mail for a while, and they never fail to make me grin. Notes from the universe – I joined just to get these free little blurbs, I doubt I’d ever actually buy the books or anything, but mails like the following are exactly why I signed up. Last night’s Note :

I found your new Intergalactic Phone Book listing, Lessa!!

It wasn’t easy. At first I looked under Illuminated, but you weren’t there. Then I looked under Faith Healer, Magician and Wild Thing; not there either. You weren’t even under Funny Bones. I started to worry.

Then I had an “ah-ha” moment. I looked you up under people who have their own house, and who will very, very soon have a thriving business… Eureka!

Yeah, I should have just gone straight to “Saunters Like There Ain’t No Tomorrow.”

The Universe

Actually, Lessa, I’m kind of glad you didn’t list yourself under Wild Thing, this time.

See why I like em so much? *L* Get yours here.

Yawn!

This morning at 8am, I was watching the Pup get more and more “wobbly” by the minute, before she did her best impression of a jet plane pilot who happens to be passed out from the g-force at the time while sporting pretty blue nemo shades… or something.
Yup, it was that time again, time for her final (YAY!) dentist appointment where they’d finish off the last filling while she was blissfully unaware of anything other then the calm soothing voice of Dr. Ing telling her she was his favorite and the best patient ever, and that her eyes were the prettiest blue he ever did see, and did she do something special with those eyes just for him, or was she always so pretty (and of course, she said she’s always that pretty. Which is true. Specially if it’s completed by “pretty spoiled!” *L*

She was really out of it afterwards, so much so I had to carry her to the car where she passed out again, and then I had to carry her into the house, where she promptly passed out on the couch. And snored. And Drooled. And was unbearably cute, as always. *L* Bout noon she shook it off and attacked the day vigoriously in typical pup fashion.

We also picked up the Ladybug from the busstop, and then Igot to take her to her soccar game, where she shocked everyone by actually PLAYING and RUNNING everytime she was out there – as in practice she usually leans against the wall and watches. She’s quite the little flirt too! Holding hands with Boys and batting her lashes and generally being quite impishly adorable. We had a great day, the wee ladybug and me! Then I dropped her off and ran off to a meeting, came home to find the kids had saved me a piece of pizza (good kids!) and now? now I’m exhausted. *L* early to bed tonight for Lessa!

#30 [36×365]

Uncle G.
Sometimes I miss you so much. I wish you had lived to meet my kids – how proud you would be! They got their love of classic horror flicks from you. Thanks for all the love.

thirtysix

#29 [36×365]

R.
What. the. FUCK? Sometimes I think I understand and can brush it off, but others make me want to slam some reality into your head. She’s grown. So are you. get. off. your. ASS and LIVE.

thirtysix

#28 [36×35]

Aunt D.
You always said you were the bitch of the family, and delighted in telling everyone so. We agreed, and it was so, but lately, it has gone downhill. I miss the old talks. I miss you.

thirtysix