In which I haven’t had a deep thought in months, so I ramble on about nothing like an empty-headed bimbo.

Woke this morning to snow falling. Big, fat, quiet flakes. Very pretty. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

Yesterday was International Long-Assed Calls Day for me, and I was fuckin’ swamped at work last night. SWAMPED. Crazy mad busy. When Jay-rob picked me up at nine I was more than ready to go to Barnaby’s for the Wednesday night jam, where we did three songs with two blues dudes we met there. Fun times, playin’ music with your own brother.

The blue dog hurt her back yesterday while chasing a cat out of the yard. Gramma fed her a couple of children’s aspirin, which seemed to help, but my sweet little blue bitch was growly and achey today. If she’s not better when I get home tonight, she’ll need a visit to the vet for doggy demerol followed by a week of doggy lock-down. Back problems suck, even if you’re only a dog. (A wonderful, beloved, kick-ass dog.)

I should report that I love my Netspend debit card account. (I’ll love it even more when my paycheck gets direct deposited into it sometime later tonight.) It’s so nice to have an account of some kind again; carrying cash everywhere all the time is so white trash. It’s expensive to be poor – it costs nearly $10 a month to use the card – but at least I can pay bills online again rather than buying money orders at the post office. Not to mention that a standard checking account with fees, checks, and ATM service probably ends up costing almost as much in the long run.

Jay-Rob headed back to Portland today. He probably would have hung around for another day or two, but he wanted to get out of here before he got snowed in: we’ve had snow watches and warnings all day. While he was here, he gave me his Alphalist and OMFG it’s so fuckin’ shredding that I’m going to upload it so y’all can have it for yourselves. Seriously. The funk.

It hasn’t escaped me that the last post I wrote that garnered more than 6 comments had the word ‘vajayjay’ in the title. I’m not sayin’, I’m just sayin’. Who knew surgery could be such a great gift to a blogger’s stats?