Hester

Bless Mr. H., he did buy me that lounge chair. [Okay, well, it's faux ratan made out of plastic resin rather than bamboo -- but it's quite comfy.] Sadly, the weather's turned soggy, so I can't sit out on my lounge chair and drink Pimm's today.

Gas here is $1.29 a litre. By my calculations, that would be $4.88 for an American gallon. (Assuming the Canuck buck is at par these days.) And my favourite Thai restaurant just raised its menu prices by $1 per each main course dish.

I watched Michael Caine in Alfie recently, and he referred to his girlfriends as "it"! I noticed that Jude Law couldn't get away with that level of callousness in the remake. But I'm sure Mrs. Greydog means it lovingly.

scattered

frivolous

Bird scrabbling inside my wall. Sigh!

Now, now, Greydog! The operative pronoun was "it" -- which I would never use to refer to Mr. H (no matter what he smells like)! And while the sea critter has long since gone to hermit-crab heaven, Mr. H and I do still have date nights.

I have very few weeds in my yard, Ransom -- because the wild violets have run rampant and strangled them out (along with most of the things I actually planted.) What am I doing right now? Trying to wake up and plan my day.

Wraith Queen (Gives new meaning to the phrase "Get a grip!")

Nothing yet. (Still no toaster, and now I'm out of cookies too.) "The Light" Roofer. (Why's he calling ME? Mr. H gave him his office phone #. HE's supposed to be dealing with this.) Mr. H. ("Honey, the roofer called.")

Canned pasta & fresh broccoli 3 masked men break-dancing Walter (although you'd hardly call him a chatterbox!) Michael Addendum -- one thing I DID today: Cleaned the starling poop off the mail slot in my front door. Bloody birds!

Trying to wind down after dancing.

I think there's a ghost in my Pimm's bottle! Oh wait, no ... it's just fumes. Empty again!

Thanks, Jenny! I know you love Rockabilly. Dancer

Getting an estimate to have my very steep, high, Victorian roof re-shingled, while simultaneously getting ready to leave for my dance group in 20 minutes, and fighting off the drowsiness of massive quantities of antihistamines in my system. Yikes!

chancer

______man of fortune

I was at the Pirate Festival at Fort York in Toronto last year, and I was really disappointed by the food on offer. Basically, there were hot dogs, hamburgers, and a really ill-conceived "soup in a bread bowl". (Hot soup outdoors in the heat and humidity of August? Blech!) I remember thinking at the time that recreating a bucanneer's meat-roasting fire really wouldn't have been that difficult for the organizers, and it would have provided much better flavour and period atmosphere. I always think of cold meat pie, cheese and apples as being a very piratey picnic meal -- one that Ben Gunn & Jim Hawkins would enjoy!

Loved Bill Murray in that!

Procrastinating about cleaning the house. And sneezing from oak pollen (even with the windows closed).

Glorious! -- sunny and low 20s C. (about 70 F.) I'd love to open a window, but the oak trees haven't finished blooming yet, and I'd rather not have my sinuses swell up again.

Street sweeper

Did you ever let your ghost out of the bottle, Iron Bess?

Interview with Cherie Booth Blair, wife of former British P.M. Tony Blair.

Umm... I ordered a Sushi Boat and a rum cocktail at a Japanese restaurant recently. Does that count?