Well, the disco contintues...fortunately, I'm the Pinkster and the girls like to dance amongst themselves - I just cling onto Mister Mike for dear life and pray that the Mama doesn't see me there.
Bebe was starting fights this morning - she didn't want her head washed and she didn't want to wash anybody else's head either. Mama had to spray her a few times to get her to stop being so bitchy. She got weighed today and she's up to 9 whole pounds - that's from all the chicken breast she gets.
Mister Mike wasn't feeling good today so he stayed home from work and they went to see the doctor and he has an inflamed pancreas. He's off work for a few days and is to drink lots of water and NO DAIRY. He's watching a football game right now with the headphones on, and Diana Ross is blaring in the background - I don't understand it, but Mike likes to boogie down to the disco too and knows all the words, just like Mama.
So yeah, further on the disco...Mama rediscovered Limewire this afternoon and has burned two cds, as well as reburned a Mars Volta so there was some respite between the disco today.
Mama's Reading: she went to the library and got a stack of books out, hasn't started anything out of that pile, but is reading a Charlaine Harris book called "A Fool and His Honey". This is an Aurora Teagarden mystery...
Mama's Listening to: MacArthur's Park by Donna Summer. GAWD.
Quietly waiting it out by the front door,
Pinkster
Boomshine
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