Me and Thomas Dolby.

I have so sorely neglected this poor blog, haven't I?  When I'm online, I seem to stay busy either on Daisy or playing Farmville and now, Treasure Isle.  I've also been making a lot of calls trying to drum up some help for our sweet queerple,  Chris.  He's on the level,  totally legitimate, if you can help him. See?  He's even had an article written about him. Caring for Chris is a family affair, cats included  If we weren't both gay, I'd have a crush on Chris.

Anyway, as I was saying, this place has been all but abandoned, hasn't it?  I keep taking pictures and then second-guess myself and begin to think no one would possibly care about that (whatever "that" was at the time).  But it's 3am, we've got bad weather rolling through and I can't sleep when we have tornado warnings because we all know I can single-handedly ward one off or something.   If I was (were?) smart, I'd go on to bed and just let it happen.  I am not smart.  I'm up, fully dressed and have appointed myself the weather alert of the neighborhood since we don't have sirens. You know what that means?  It means that in the event of a tornado, I will either have a massive fail of my self-appointed duties and just grab Jake and throw his mattress over our heads or I will take myself very seriously and try running door to door, screeching, as a tornado bears down upon us. Either way, it's destined to not be my finest moment and by God, I'll own that.

So, here I sit.  I started thinking about the rain and Jake's penchant for leaving his windows wide open at all times and I remembered he has work in the morning.  As in 4 hours from now.  Me?  Up then?  Doubtful.  I know he's going to be groggy and will not remember those damn windows.  His room is so bad, so hoarder-y, that I can't get to all his windows easily, so I started worrying about that and decided to leave him a note on the door he will go out, over the knob, so he can't possibly miss it.  Back-story here, we always leave one another odd notes.  Whatever crosses our minds, we write.  So, I wrote the note, taped it up and then realized this could give y'all some insight to the funny stuff that goes on in this house.  With no further ado...the note:

Below you can read it, complete with my own weird writing, offered up for posterity in green glitter gel pen ink.  Oh, and yes, I'm iffy about that shiny brown paint, too.  I don't want to discuss it. 

Enjoy the insight into our lives. :-)