Has this blog jumped the shark? No, but now, it has perhaps jumped the cow. Behold the vicious cow of doom!
In other news:
I worked like a fiend to finish work early today too go see a doctor for my pink eye. Roughly $100 and four hours later, I have a little bottle, less than an inch high, of super special eye drops. If stinging means they are working, then they are working.
I am doing a MOS (man on the street) shoot tomorrow morning in midtown for the day job. Of course the biblical weather predicted means this won't happen, but we have decided to play chicken with the low front and boldly press on!
My other exciting performing opportunity was slightly delayed by my hideous eye. Soon, though. And linkage when it happens.
Hugo was so cute today my heart nearly shattered into small uneven pieces. However, in between adorable and perfect, he was cranky and annoying. I blame him for being a baby and me for having to schlep him into Manhattan and through traffic to get my undead zombie eye fixed.
Holy Cannoli! It's about that time -- time for me to shut up!
Lotsa lurve Internet chickadees,
And beware of cow attacks,
xoxo,
Susie
Sometimes, like tonight, when I've only just finished my day job work at 10PM and I've a sink full of dirty dishes and I'm still so sick my nose is naught but an ornamental fountain, I wonder what all the effort is for. Luckily, I've this grainy video of immense cuteness to remind me. Go ahead, scoff if you want. It's OK. I won't hear you over the dishes.
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