I added a bunch of new products to the store over the last few days. To see the new items, go HERE and click on the 'Diva' or 'Princess' links to see those products (or click aaaany old thing and check out the other cool and funny things we have for sale.)

George and I were sitting in the computer room today. I was working on the entry above and he was playing some new and exciting Boy Game that Girls Simply Don't Understand Or Want To. We were off in our own worlds, as we often are, and would occasionally lean back and say "Hi!" to the other person and then go back to what we were doing. I suddenly decided that the heat from the lamp and two wicked-fast computers in a closed room was a bit much and mentioned my opinion:

Gracie: "Man it's hot in here."

George: "No it isn't."

Gracie: "Uuhh...yeah...as a matter of fact, it is."

George: "No, really it's not."

Gracie: "Well, it is where I'M sitting."

George: "...."

Gracie: "...."

Gracie: *Considers this a bit more, despite the conversation being long-over in George's world and I just couldn't understand his response to my announcement of heat. So I decided to re-engage him.* "Tch. Do you really think I'd LIE about that??"

George: "Yep."

Gracie: *Blinks several times* "So you're under the impression that I'm just sitting over here...freezing my ASS off and, just to fuck with you --for reasons unknown-- I'd instead pipe up with 'Ohhh, it's so HOT over here' when in fact my nipples could cut glass due to the falling temperature?"

George: "Yep, yep I do."

Gracie: "...."

George: "...."

Gracie: *Annoyed at his Male Behavior and feeling that my eye rolling wasn't getting me anywhere, especially considering my back was to him, I felt that I needed to release my irritated energy so I could get back to this task at hand, I chose the following: "Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh" without realizing how loud it apparently was. I thought I had just done it to myself and only half-realized that it was actually audible.*

George: "*I was apparently mistaken* "Hehehe"

Gracie: "What's so funny?"

George: "You"

So apparently heat and Gracie's irritated and exasperated sighing is somewhat amusing, when not accompanied by pinching and eye poking, of course.

You know it's going to be a bad day when you're sitting downstairs at [place which shall remain nameless], having gone outside for a smoke and a few minutes of peace to remind yourself to be calm...that Certain People can't treat you this way forever...that it will be better soon...just breeeeathe in and out and relaaaax and, in the middle of doing so, you hear this incessant noise nearby and get pissed off and yell "SHUSH!!!"

Aaaaand, it becomes clear that you have just...shushed a bird.

You know it's going to be a GOOD day when you spend time away from your entry helping your dog chase a fly. It was hilarious enough when this 80 pound dog came hopping into the room like a bunny rabbit, smacking her jaws at the offending fly (a huge one, I have to say) but watching her track it with her eyes and hop at it and fling herself into the walls while trying to bite it, and watching the fly dive-bomb George's head, scaring him since the dog was leaping at it no matter WHERE it went, well...the game was ON then, and I felt I had to help. And as George is so fond of saying: "How come whenever YOU help...someone gets hurt...usually ME??" Luckily he wasn't hurt, but I couldn't just let the dog hop in vain. So I stopped typing and started tracking the fly WITH her. I would point it out on the closet door, when she was still staring at the bookshelf on the other side of the room. Or when she was eyeing George's head hungrily, the fly was actually near the 'T' on the ceiling ¹, so I would yell out "Bailey! Bail. BAIL! BAIL! Here ut isss!! Derrs dat BUUUUUG! GIDDAT BUUUUG!!!" and then would dissolve into hysterical fits of laughter when she would hop across the room, chomping at it...to no avail. I am embarrassed to admit that the dog AND Gracie got nearly 15 minutes of joy out of this game before we both got tired and gave up. OOooo...I take that back. It just flew out the door and down the hall and I can hear her hopping after it.

God I love my dogs.

Here's a pic of Bailey tracking the fly...it's the only one of about a dozen I took that wasn't blurry or where she didn't run out of the frame the SECOND I hit the button:

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¹: When The Kiddo was about 4 years old, my mother decided to paint what would become our computer room (have I mentioned that George and I bought the house I grew up in? Yes, we did. We do not, in fact, live with my mom...just so ya know.) Anyway, she asked The Kiddo if he wanted to help her and he was beside himself with joy. A Grown-Up Job? With messy PAINT!? Ohhh, HELL yes he wanted in on that! So she gave him areas of the room to paint that were hard to screw up. The phone rang about 10 minutes into the job and mom ran down to answer it, told the person on the other end of the line that she was in the middle of painting and would have to call them back. She was gone no more than 40 seconds. She returned and they finished the job and all was well. She went back to paint the trim of the window and happened to look up to see how much paint she would need and noticed....a big blue 'T' on the CEILING. During the seconds my mother was out of the room, my little hellion climbed up (on WHAT I don't know) and with his four-year-old hand painted the first letter of his first name. I can only imagine what it would look like if she'd actually taken the call. And, since we thought it was so funny and chose not to paint over it, I am able to provide you with a picture. Because the paint was a very light blue and it's right next to a window, I had to really work on the brightness and contrast to get it to show up...our home isn't really dark brown and scary looking:

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