The Butcher just called to tell me that he thinks he just saw the Crunk Church of Christ. I have ordered him to take a picture.
I am going on the record as opposed to the sweater cinched by a tiny belt look.
So, last night I learned that PeTA is opposed even to wool because sheep are harmed in the production of it. My mind is boggled.
Listen, I’ve no doubt that there’s animal cruelty in some corners of the wool industry, but this seems like such an easy problem to solve. You locate the people who treat the sheep cruelly and you boycott them and you encourage folks to buy their wool elsewhere. Shearing sheep is not inherently degrading or troubling to a sheep any more than you getting a haircut is degrading or troubling to you.
I don’t know. I find it baffling.
I just asked a friend and music expert if he’d ever done any shape-note sinning.
Thanks for nothing, spell-check.
The Tiny Cat and the Butcher now have some agreement where he will pick her up and put her on the counter to eat her food. He claims that she can’t get up on the counter. And yet, I find her in places higher than the counter all the time.
And I was all like “I’m not having any of this ridiculousness.”
But this morning, as I was pouring my cereal, she came in and flashed her big green eyes at me and I fucking put her up on the counter so she could eat.
I ordered some stuff from Amazon and all the stuff that wasn’t actually Amazon but was one of their affiliates went out right away and was guaranteed before Christmas. But the actual Amazon stuff? The books? Oh no, they said, we can’t get that to you before Christmas.
But, I thought, I live in Nashville. The two biggest places you ship from are within a day’s drive of my house. If you get it out the door this week, I’ll have it before Christmas.
And I just got word that the items have shipped, from Memphis. Still no guarantee, according to Amazon, that they’ll get here before next Thursday. It makes me laugh.
I remember the good ole days when I used to buy all my school books from Amazon and back then, that was enough to get you a Christmas gift from them. I believe it was a travel mug.
And yes, kids, we had to walk up hill both ways in the snow to use it.