Paperweight duty

Alone in the office except for Tom, which is pretty much the same as being alone except for the occasional sound of paper shuffling. And pen scraping. I can literally hear his pen going across the paper. It is also cold, due to the lack of bodies (most days we burn them for fuel).

Mom is under the impression that she is well enough to go grocery shopping for Thanksgiving tonight. I am still running my seeekrit back-up plan that we go to Perkins instead. susanmgarrett and I did TG dinner there once on the road, and it was really quite nice. And free of celery.

Found a tiny wire dog brush to try on the bears. It's getting all the little woolyboogers out of Ideal Teddy, and even returned poor Aubrey to some semblance of his original condition. No small thing, given my tendency to roll over on him in the night.

Dog brush came from the pet store. I went there yesterday at lunch. Originally I went home to see if Mom was, y'know, alive or not. She locked the door, because she is a genius. I stood on the porch for ten minutes, knocking and ringing. Decided she was either dead or in the bathroom. She claims it was neither. I can only conclude she was somewhere being really goddamn deaf.

So, I went to the nearby pet store to keep lunch from being a total bust.

The brush package was, amusingly, decorated with a photo of a large and fluffy Samoyed. Now, we've been through two Samoyeds, and the reaction of one faced with a square-inch wire brush would be the dog equivalent of Bitch, please. It'd be like measuring Richard Keel with a dime-store* ruler.

In any case, I saw a couple of teeny lizards, watched a large and handsome turtle eat his salad, and met a fellow who was purchasing a bag of crickets. Should you ever need to transport a large quantity of crickets with minimal fuss: (1) wad up a paper towel or two and put it in a plastic bag; (2) put the crickets into the bag; (3) inflate the bag and seal the end. The paper bags give the crickets something to hang onto and crawl around in so they don't squash each other. It's like a tiny cricket space colony.

Meanwhile, Dr House likes orange Tootsie Pops. OMG fate!!!


*I realize that many of you have never seen a dime store. Just go with it.