kate rothwell

Anyone else watch Hustle ? We've become addicted and I think we're going to run out soon. We're definitely done with the stuff available at the local library and imdb tells me that there aren't many after that. I don't understand why British television doesn't take a series all the way to the bitter end. It's just like The Office (the one set in Slough--a place I've visited more than once and yes, I know just how cool that makes me). They made a few seasons and then Ricky Gervais decided okay, they're done with that story. What's with the grand old tradition of grinding out episodes until the ratings and writing go into the toilet? Sheesh. Although ....are the Archers still out there on the radio?

I forced him outside. First real spring day! "What'll I do?" he asked. "I don't know. Play, dance," I said, shoving him out the door. "Run. Write a poem. I don't care-- just go outside." NATURE This is a poem 'bout nature Its main exports are fruitbats and glaciers For me it has no allure Guess I'm just immature Still don't see what's so great about Nature.

and it's raining again.

Still pumping out water six hours later. Have landed on my butt ( warning: tile floor slippery when underwater) twice. Giant sploosh and waves result. Have not broken the neighbor's pump, though seriously overheated the thing. Feet have turned permanently wrinkled and pink because no leak-proof boots on premises. Have abandoned footwear. Haven't heard from husband. ( update: heard from husband. Response= properly sympathetic. Arrived home bearing lunch meats.) Have forgotten to close basement door three times and have been joined by happy dog in basement lake three times. She splashes and drinks! yay! Have ascertained insurance will probably not cover this. Am fairly certain all wallboards will have to be replaced. Am wondering why we use so many cardboard boxes for storage. Seriously craving a drink--and tea won't do it.

Hey, look what I got in my mailbox last night! happy gloating And speaking of promo, you can still go vote for Summer Devon here. I love these little button thingies. We have some trophies around the house (mostly teeball trophies which hardly count as achievements. All three boys spent most of their teeball time staring off into space and scratching themselves.) and I'm not sure what to do with them. These buttons, I can post them on my blog, stare at them and occasionally pat (or kiss) my computer screen. So pretty! And no need to install a glass case in the dining room. Hmm. I think I have to kick my spring-break boys off the other computer because I could swear I had more of these beauties. The Golden Rose, for instance. Oh no! oh shit! first I have to go pump the basement. It's #&*# raining again. We'd borrow the sump pump from the neighbors but they're using it. I have to use buckets and the nearly useless shop vac. UGH.