But I've got The Big Dawg and PBO on the tube.

I'm thinking this might be a mistake.

That was two hours of my life I'll never get back.

and a glass of wine.

(husband's mad at me since I didn't force teen daughter to stock the wood closet. In fairness to me, we have @ a week's supply in there already and she was in a hurry).

Oh, and heartburn. Jayzus, what the fuck. I made a perfectly lovely pesto/butternut squash/tomato pizza....

Is there a cliche here? I think so. Can't figure it out at the moment - the wine's muddling things but I'm with you in solidarity!

You need to be watching one of those movies that is full of tragity and about never ending love. You also need to be crying as you eat the ice cream. Then you are a cliche!

even Rom-Coms. I just can't take it.

I think my idea of love and romance has been corrupted by Hollywood.

Your are officially NOT a cliche!

As I said, you are not a cliche till yo are doing all of the cliche!

There's hope for me yet!

Congratulations. You've missed it!

I get a kick out of everybody just having to have granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, hardwood floors and crown molding, and huge master bedrooms with en suite bathrooms with his-n-hers sinks.

I do like hardwood floors though, but the rest, not so much.

and intentionally did NOT get stainless steel appliances. I hate them, they show spots and fingerprints. And they are fashionable.

Probably before the warranty expires.

Just stay away from anything avocado green or harvest gold and you'll be fine.

I did, in fact, have a harvest gold gas stove dating from the early '70s. It was hideous and missing several knobs, and I was delighted to get rid of it.

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The night is young.
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When you and the cat start having Saturday night tea parties, THAT'S when
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The tea party thing starts, we will need to do something.

We're all cliches, once in a while...

Excuse me while I change and get some coffee.

I don't watch college football.

I don't know if they'll air my team's game here tomorrow or not, but if they do, I may be yelling at the tv at some point.

I have it on good authority that cats do not care for football.

If you don't, you'll wake up with a cat's ass in your face. Trust me on that one.

I didn't realize this until a few months ago. He will sit there as close as he can, looking pathetic. I know that if I put it down, he would be in it.

I let him lick the spoon when I am done. It doesn't matter what flavor, he LOVES it. I would say he's weird but all cats are kind of weird.

I'm wearing long johns.