*Anyone who has a Big, Fluffy Kitty in their lives is aware of the issues that come with pets who have fluffy bottoms. We, the fluffy pet owners, will often refer to those issues as, "Klingons" (because of the clinging nature of the problem) and need to accept that we will sometimes be brushing somewhat offensive objects out of the upper leg area. We can only hope that it is dry when we discover it. After a while, it isn't really that big a deal...
*I also purchased three pounds of peas. I needed three pounds of peas because I remain firmly entrenched in my "End Of The World Is Nigh" phase and need to make dried soup mix in case something horrific should happen in the next few months. I have absolutely no idea why having dried soup mix on hand will help matters should we suddenly find ourselves in an emergency situation. I suppose I'm thinking that soup is comfort food and will lift my spirits while I wait out the nuclear fallout. Maybe distract me from the mutations...
*For the record, I don't really believe that any sort of life altering event is in the works. It just makes me feel all superior to be prepared for disaster.
*I have suddenly found myself hopelessly addicted to BBC America. How have I lived over forty years on this planet without such fine programming as "MI5" and "Hex?????" And there are vague promises that "Torchwood" is soon to be upon my viewing screen. I am over the moon here!!!
*Today at the Farmers Market, I described something as, "brilliant." I'm pretty sure there is a connection to my recent late-night viewing habits. I am eagerly awaiting the day that I find something so amazing that I can say it is, "bloody brilliant." In fact, I may even try to get out of the house more just to be faced with this possibility.
*My Smaller, Less Fluffy Kitty is horking up something vile on my carpet. She is not a delicate hairball-horker-upper. There is a great deal of hacking involved.
*After the whole matter of the kitty toy on the BFK's hindquarters this morning, I'm almost fearful to see what she is bringing up at this point.
*The plying of the lamb/silk blend singles remains an ongoing project. The end is in sight, though!
*The de-tangling of the skein that I dropped thus snarling it into an incomprehensible mess which requires the skill of a surgeon to restore it to its former skein-i-ness also remains an ongoing project. The end is nowhere in sight. Nowhere.
So that's a Wednesday in the life of this Sheep About Town. I now return to my plying, imported television and disturbingly large produce. With a little goat cheese on the side, it should be a rather pleasant evening!
SA
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The Farmers' Market?! Now you must crochet for your Sheepie-self a crocehted string bag.
Please, please tell me that was just sitting there and didn't come out of the BFK's body!
Moogie is quite the dramatic hairball horker-upper, too. I really feel kind of bad for him; he sounds like he's going to die when he's desperately trying to rid himself of the hairball.
Forget that you went to the Farmers' Market (where they sell the fresh fruit and veggies), WTF were you doing getting up at 7:00????? Don't the farmers stay at least for the whole morning?
BTW, I am totally coveting your tomatoes!
As you know your nephew has that dreaded disease "klingons". I am sooo glad that I can trap him under one arm and rid him of this dreaded disease.
I know have you in my fav's but you do rate 2nd to BBS. If you were # 1 then he would catch on to our plan to get all his millions.
Do Americans not say 'brilliant' ? Not even 'bloody brilliant?
How sad.
btw Torchwood = BLOODY BRILLIANT. Much much darker [and quite a bit raunchier on occasion ] than Dr Who. We've only just started it here but I've had the whole lot on DVD for quite a while courtesy of DD and the BBC.
Wow, that's an interesting thing tagged to your cat... dare I ask? And that farmer's market produce looks really really tasty!
I love BBC America more than is humanly possible I think. I watch Graham Norton, Gil Mayo Mysteries, Holly Oaks, Hex (I LOVE Hex)and I can't wait for Torchwood either. I used to watch Changing Rooms and that house cleaning show with the life coach woman (sort of like Neat)where they threw everything in the "Crusher". I just wish that we actually got some British tv channels on satellite. I'd never leave my couch.
We love BBC America too! The season just ended, but the new Robin Hood is quite good. Spaced is pretty funny and weird, has the guy from Shawn of the Dead on it. Haven't caught the new season of Hex, but liked the last season. And of course, Dr Who is amazing. Might have to check out Torchwood.
Maybe you could just e-mail me some of that BBC stuff, please. One problem of living in rural NoWhere, USA, is the lack of cable. And I refuse to fork over for a dish. Yet.
Gorgeous vegies you got there.
I really, really did not want to scroll down to see what was in the first picture. :) The second picture was better! And I'm envious of your purchases, too.
Is it the season? My cats respond to lack of brushing to producing... well, you know. I probably need to brush and comb them and leave the wool alone. Coz the wool doesn't hork.
Now there's a disease shared by cats and dogs. My pups get an occassional case of the klingons too.
Thanks for the reminder today is Farmers market day here too.
Karen
http://nothingbutknit.blog-city.com/
Sheepie.. you and I have so much in common.. if we both combined our "End of the World is Nigh" hordes of goods we could live for about 9 billion years. We could have a race with dueling food dehydrators ::laughing:: but I'm so serious. Right now I have 24 rolls of paper towels in the closet and besides.. Can you honestly say you know anyone else who has 50, yes FIFTY pounds of beans and rice stored away in case "The End" comes tomorrow?
Yes... Indeedy.. I DO have issues ::Laughing::
Yum...fresh goat cheese! And tomatoes. It doesn't get much better than that in the summertime. I'd offer to detangle the tangled skein for you (I find that kind of work to be soothing), but I have a suspicion that a trip through the post would render it unsalvageable.
I like the term 'klingons', we've always just called them hangers.
My grown daughter has a stylized, stuffed kitty, shaped somewhat like a bowling pin with ears, out of felt. It came with a little poem and is named Not So Fluffy Fiona. It reminded me of your smaller, less fluffy kitty.
Once, I spent so much time watching BBC America that I actually picked up a really bad British accent. Occasionally I still slip into it & it drives the children mad; that's probably why I haven't tried to really drop it.
This time it was diet Coke coming out my nose. Kitty Klingons are a curse around here. At our house, it usually results in 4 screaming children chasing a completely terrified cat, trying to trap her before she sits anywhere. The kids just don't understand why Koda doesn't look forward to de-Klingoning.
Oh! I love the Farmer's Market! I'm glad I'm not the only one who occasionally wishes she could use British words, today I was thinking about fancy. As in there is that guy who fancies himself a photographer.
The size of your veggies is surreal!
Is the garlic for keeping zombies away?
Back in the "good old days" when I was rich and had digital cable, I LOVED BBC America. I worked with a woman from Britain who occasionally translated for me. My favorite is still "gob-smacked".
What on earth IS that? Yurgh.
MI5 is brilliant! Did you start with season one and the "real" crew, or later on?
Tomatos. I lurve tomatos. The ones in our garden aren't cooperating.
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