My final bachelor's meal before Dave comes home: a Blake's Lota-burger with cheese and green chile and a side of fries. Of course, yes, I had a diet Pepsi with it.
After lunch, I came home and cleaned some more. The poor kittens have been sneezing up a storm what with all the dust I've kicked up in my cleaning and decluttering spree. I have six bags of books and assorted sundries to take to Goodwill. I've got a bag or two of things to take to the studio. I've done sooo much laundry. And there's still more--much more--that needs to get done. I don't want to burn out, so I'm pacing myself. Also, I truly dislike cleaning and decluttering, (so it's not that hard to break off a given task and watch half an episode of Law & Order). In the end it's so boring, cleaning, isn't it? I mean, there is the small momentary thrill of having a clean, decluttered space--but then next week it's dirty and cluttered again so you have to clean and declutter all over again. I'm like Sisyphus with a dustpan.
Anyway, one of the reasons that I'm decluttering is because we're going to get rid of Dave's computer desk. Ever since Dave got his laptop, he computers while in bed, making the desk (and the desktop computer) space-hogging relics. I want to take out the desk and replace it with a comfy reading chair and lamp. You know, a real classy setup, like at a Starbucks.
The Pupparinos
And ha-ha! Olive and Lester finished their training, passed with flying colors. Here is Lester, standing at attention:
Look at that focus!
Just kidding. That's a stuffed blue heeler that Kevin got for us. I posed him in the sun, then I moved him over to my altar. (Maybe it's not a him, only I call him a him because he looks more like Lester than like Olive.)
See? That's Lester on the right, with the black rings around his eyes.
They're so good. When I went to borrow Kelly's vacuum cleaner, they jumped all over me and tore a hole in my cheapie from-Target shirt. Of course I rewarded them for it with lots of treats because I hadn't seem them in awhile and I felt guilty about it. Dogs have that effect on me.
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