Ah, the Tales I Could Tell..(If I had something to say)

And a very good evening to you all tonight...

I sat down to do a post, as it has been a bit, and then suddenly realised that I had NOTHING to say. Hmmph. I do suppose that happens to all writers from time to time, but I would think SOMETHING fun had happened to me in the last week.

Well, the gigs were fun, generally are, unless, like Hera, you end up playing in a CORSET in the freezing rain.....( Uh, Hera, uh, LOVED the comments on the last blog, truly, no one had ever taken us THERE before, hee-hee...)



I could take some more photos of my Bloody Legs (hey some of you might really like that!) which I actually did, except my computer has suddenly become snobbish and won't let me download them. I can just hear it muttering to itself "Like I am going to talk to IT.....She can jolly well use photo booth is she wants to show off her blood"

I could tell you the tale of the Clerk of Courts, and that while in general, Policewomen are pretty cool (not to mention HOT, hey each to ones own...) Clerks of Court do NOT share either of those qualties, and that they are not at ALL interested in WHY you got a ticket and why you should not have, nor in any plesantries you might care to offer up.

(tho to be fair, that is NOT a job one would take if one had options. Like say, sewer cleaning, or ditchdigging)

We could speculate one HOW the Demons from the Farthest, Deepest Corners of Hell, got into a cupboard many, many times higher than they are, and managed not only to get all the catnip out, but managed to get the container (that I have trouble opening) open and had one drugged out field trip today while I was at work.

I could tell you about my lesson in gettng a chicken cut up and meat off the bone, which occured at the point where I took my Bloody Finger into my Boss and asked him to Please teach me this art, if he wished anything other than Chicken and Fingers for dinner.

(I also felt pretty bad for the poor chicken, who I am hoping never suffered so in life.)

Perhaps a Moment of Mim with her Fish. Pretending to be Sweet and Cute. As good an actress as our Malena. She reminds me more of Malena all the time, they say the name...( tho in her defense Malena has never screamed at me for food, scattered drugs all around the house, nor has she dug her claws in my little body and climbed, tho I can't rule that out as being fun.....OK, OK, I'm kidding!)



Or show you a picture of the Hut in my back garden that I am going to move into on the theory that is about the size I can handle, housekeeping-wise..The Bengals can HAVE the House....



I could tell you about my day at work. Hmm...Did a LOT of things. Busy. I am a Zombie. Boss is Grand Master Zombie. How's that for an interesting bit????

But instead, I am going to take the musical equivalent of a nice long Bubble Bath, and listen to about 2 hours of Oysterband (don't tell me you don't know their music, you NEED their music, and the answer to which of their cd's should you get first, if you don't have them is ALL of them. I don't have music, including my own, that I like better than theirs. Period.)

And answer e-mail, (my phone now tells me when I have e-mail waiting and it has been pinging a lovely counter-beat to the Oysters all the while I have been typing...)

And pluck Kittens from various parts of my body when they play their favourite game " I can climb up to your head before you can pluck me"

Hope you evening is as nice, whatever time of day it is for you,

Love, and nothing to say,
Lorraine