I started my Saturday out as normal, watching reruns of crap on TV and piddling around online. I really wanted to get some work done, but I knew that wasn't going to happen with me sitting around drinking ice tea all day. I knew if I stayed home the most I'd accomplish was watching old episodes of Space Cases. So I grabbed a binder full of paper, shoved it in a tote bag and hid in a corner of Barnes & Noble writing about toys all afternoon. I don't have the money to afford a laptop, so I had to do it old school like when I was a teenager posting fanfics I wrote during class online. I was working on something I'm doing gradually, so it probably won't be popping up for a few more weeks yet.

Moving along, I did some shopping while I was out. I got myself one thing I have to show just because owning it makes me so ridiculously happy.



Pookie! YAY! Once I got him home, I had to do my traditional dancing my new precious in the air then clutching him to my chest while omitting excited squeals. I've always been a fan of Garfield. I have a special hand-typed and signed letter I got back from Jim Davis many, many, years ago in a special little place in my room. It's even got a special U.S. Acres envelope!

Remember me saying how much I hated spray-on sunscreen? Well, I take it all back. I don't have one spray-on sunscreen, because it's Jack Sparrow-approved.



Of all the things Pirates of the Caribbean are getting slapped on today, I wasn't expecting sunscreen to be one of them. Bubble bath and cereal are one thing; sunscreen is another. I couldn't not buy it. If Pirates of the Caribbean made home enema kits I'd have to buy them. I'd be getting my Will Turner rectal bulb all up in there!